Things are under water which should not be under water. Beings are dead who should not be dead. Thoughts are in my head which should not be in my head. The flood is deep and muddy. The current is strong, and the water is awfully icy.
But who’s to decide what should be and what shouldn’t? My sense of right and wrong is very strong, but I might be wrong. Once upon a time the desert canyons on Mars were rivers. And the path which is now a lake used to be the bottom of a sea.
Things change. That’s the one thing to which we can truly cling. One day this too shall pass, but for now the bridges are still standing. Not everything will be swept away by this flood, and one of these days the entire lake might freeze over.
Life isn’t fair, things just happen, and sometimes the heart is so heavy it seems to desire melding with the Earth’s core. But music, and the power of creation, makes it a little easier to carry.
Love and water,
Winterdragon
