There she sits, total silence except for the occasional slap of water against the rocks. The sky is still black, although it is technically morning, but across the shore the buildings line the sky and water with light. This skyline backdrop isn’t your ordinary array of city lights, but filled with a variance of color, making it impossible not to stop and admire. In many ways the awash of lighted beauty frustrated her as it took her focus away from the water. The water brought peace to her soul, the stillness in its power completed her, like no other force on earth, and she craved to stand in it’s presence when her thoughts became muddled. It was hard to describe its soothing effects, all she knew is it worked and she was drawn to the water like a moth to a flame. This is why the lighted shore frustrated her. It’s beauty was undeniable, one of the most photographed backdrops she had seen, but it distracted her from being able to enjoy the steady consistency of the water. If she closed her eyes so the lights faded away she could hear the ripples in the current, a small splash to the right caught her attention in time to see a bird skimming across the surface. Maybe the shore lights weren’t so distracting because the glare they cast across the water allowed her to see that bird. Actually, they were all that allowed her to see the water at all, being that it was so dark without the lights causing the water to glisten, she imagined that she wouldn’t see anything before her. As she stared out at the shimmering reflection, the breeze touched her hair, she took a breath, and just listened to the water Play the Song to Her Heart!
