|image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth|
My pole lingers near the shore where I last saw the telltale bubbles. I wait patiently, my thoughts meandering to the quarrel over a silly bookcase. She should have asked me. My reverie is interrupted by a rhythmical splashing far away. The canoe passes swiftly by and my bobber wiggles joyfully in it's soft wake. He nods at me in passing and I return to my mulling. In its own time, the river gives up a perch. Perhaps I should be more generous myself.
Please visit my friends at The Mag to peruse other great writings inspired by this peaceful photo of the River Irwell in England. Thanks Tess for a beautiful photo promt this week!
Laurel. Float peacefully today.