Currents of Thought

The events of yesterday seem like a distant current now, pulling memories into the deep, whispers of what could have been adrift upon the surface.

She often gazes into the river, captivated by the dance of reflections. In the ripples, she sees echoes of past joys, suspended like fish beneath the shadowy depths.

A forgotten book lay open, its pages fluttering in the breeze. On the page, words like forgotten currents, waiting for someone to dive in and explore.

"What lies beneath?" he mused, not for the first time. Beneath the calm surface was a world unknown, a mystery that both terrified and intrigued him.

Did time flow like water, or was it the other way around? In this moment, pondering this question felt like fishing in a stream, hoping for a catch that would never come.