They say you miss what’s right under your nose – they’re right. Despite living two minutes from the coast, I can’t remember the last time I sat and just looked out at ‘my’ patch of blue.
There’s something inspiring about water. This poem was written on a train passing Loch Lomond. I hope it captures the loch for you like it does for me.
Like a millpond
Today, the loch is a millpond;
let it reflect on your troubles,
carry them away as the water flows
luxuriously to the sea.
Today, the loch is a millpond,
still waters running in the depths
of your imagination, capturing
your heart, your mind, your soul.
Tomorrow, the millpond may vanish
into nothing, at the whim of the wind;
choppy as the sea, chopping away
today’s moment of calm.
So, focus on the millpond. Reflect.