Ripples in the lake.

There is an uncertain peace when the calmness of the lake is broken by a stone.
The ripples that ensue, slowly challenge the very being of the still water.
A lot like life.
Calm and quiet.
Occasionally we’ll have someone come and change our lives…
There will be ripples, sometimes small, sometimes large.
And one day, just like they arrived without notice,¬†they’ll leave.
And our lives will go back to being the placid lake that it always was.
Until another stranger arrives.

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