Another lovely photo from Sue to whet our inspirational appetite.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a hidden waterfall, surrounded by high rocky banks and trees, cascading into a dark pool.
She came upon the waterfall completely by chance.
They’d argued and needing to be alone, she walked out saying she would be back, but not sure when.
Walking had always been good for her nerves and getting her thoughts together. She’d walked this particular path several times, but always turned back at the pub. This time she carried on totally lost in thought.
The sound of water alerted her, though there was no visible source. As she turned a corner, everything seemed to slip away to reveal the beauty of a waterfall and a pool below. Being so totally unexpected made it all the more precious and special.
She could see no path down to it either on her side or the other, so sat down on a tree stump to savour her surroundings.
It was as if time had stood still save for the sound of the water kissing the pool below, becoming part of it, the source of it perhaps, but a continuance of an entity in constant motion.
Her life was a bit like that, bumbling along and then suddenly familiarity was stripped from beneath her and she fell, only to be embraced by something else.
They had been together a long time, had seen some happy and sad times, heartbreaking in some instances, but they’d weathered the storm and got through it all.
They had changed, but most importantly, they had changed together, closer in their unity as one, not two individuals.
The argument had been over something trivial, but erupted out of frustration and all proportion. She could see that now.
She got up and turned to see a familiar figure walking towards her.
She waited, then walked into his open arms.
‘You found it then,’ he whispered against her hair.
She looked up into his grey eyes and saw herself reflected, swamped with the love only he could give.
‘It’s beautiful here, but I’ve never seen it before.’
‘Sometimes,’ he said ‘ we don’t know of the beauty that’s on our own doorstep. When we find it, it’s like starting a new chapter in our lives, though we don’t know yet where it leads.’
She smiled and kissed him.
‘Let’s go home.’
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