Fragments Gallery
Ripples
The rain patters gently on the pond across the way. The clouds high above block out the sun, but you figure that by now the sun must be hanging fairly low over the horizon. Sheltered by your porch you relax in your chair, close your eyes, and just listen.
The rhythm of the rain remains prevalent, but under it you can also hear the whistling of the wind, the chirping of the birds and the occasional croaking of the frogs. The wind shifts direction bringing to you the clean scent of rain. You shiver as the wind caresses your flesh.
Your eyes slide open revealing to you the world painted in cool blues, blacks and grey. Warm light from the windows of your home invite you inside and as you shiver again you consider leaving the cold.
Yet still you remain seated. You find yourself staring, just staring, at the rain hitting the ponds surface.
Causing endless ripples. Still in the end the added water seems to have no effect on the pond. However given enough time things could begin to change.
You rise from your chair and lean against the wooden railing before you. One hand follows a pattern in the wood as you contemplate the water.
The pond lay just across the road from your house. The murky turquoise water was surrounded by a small grove of trees. Those trees were reflected chaotically on the surface of the water. Each ripple blurred the picture a little more, but despite their disruption of the smooth surface the droplets themselves quickly disappeared into the greater picture. Leaving no trace.
"They're much like choices aren't they," someone says from beside you.
Although the voice is startling you don't move. You know that voice. You know it well. This person is your life; they have been for several years. If you were to lose all else you would be content if only they remained.
"The droplets I mean," they say.
You glance over; they have come up beside you, and are staring into the pond. As if sensing your gaze they glance over at you, smile, and rest their own hand on yours. You smile and return your gaze to the water.
"The droplets falling are your choices, they will fall into the pond of your life and the effects of those choices can be seen for a time. However they quickly blur together as more choices are made. Eventually the choices compound leading to someplace different. It's amazing how when you look back at your life a seemingly unimportant choice can lead to a big change in your life. The choices, our options, all just blur together so we rarely know which choice started it all. But in the end we just look back and realize that we aren't at the same place in our lives any more, we have just moved on."
You turn to watch them.
"However, no matter how many droplets fall the pond will always look the same. Just as it is with us. No matter the choices we make you inherently remain yourself. If too many droplets fall the pond may seep a little, but still it remains a pond. Some things may change as water is replaced but most do not. Maybe that makes sense or maybe not… it’s hard to explain."
They gaze sadly at the pond before turning back to the house.
"Come inside?" They ask.
You smile and follow.