by Niall Dittbrenner

The waters are calm here.

Though now they’re kicked up.

The sand and grit are awoken to float around in the cool sunlight.

The beams of light were roadblocked by sharp branches

They shielded the floor along with smaller creatures

The world’s kith and kin come to eat, breed and rest in the sun.

To do their jobs as their instinct tells them to.

The banks are bustling with creatures trying to find their way.

Though after a few days it’ll be back to its old self.

The waters are calm here.

painting by Winslow Morgan