The river was still.
Calm as the grave it flowed along with an almost undetectable current.
At first glance one could miss my additions, but the pain those droplets carried wore a different hue.
There was peace paved accords the riverbank and the presence those traversed tears presented offset the balance.
In truth I loved that visible pain. A rare occurrence to manifest my mistakes and with a swift hand gesture erase them just as quickly.
No better place to wash ones sorrows than an unspoiled sanctuary such as this.
Absorbing my suffering and delivering the softest sense of relief while remaining shallow.
It was rare in those days to allow any speck of vulnerability.
However in that secluded site with the world and its harsh speculations pushed to the borders of my mind, I allowed myself to break.