Purposes

Today is a morning for sitting on the dock. I wonder if these mornings will still be like that when it gets cold and the water is frosted over in the morning when I leave for dance class. But for today, it is still warm enough and it is a morning for sitting on the dock, watching the ducks, the ripples rising, listening.

The dock is one of those peaceful places on campus that is so easy to miss. It's something that is overlooked because of the pond as a whole, or because you only show up at the wrong time of day - on weekends or mid-afternoons when people are laughing noisily, when the campus is bustling. But in the morning, only people who have classes are in motion, on their way to settling down again. In the Crew House next to the dock, a dance class continues on. Music drifts down. Everything is still here. Nothing is still. The pond isn't a pond. It's part of a river rushing onward at other points, but pooling here. Appreciate the pause. Be part of it. There is a reason for its rest.

Come to your spaces and be in them for what they are. Touch the water and know that it is cold and full of life. I found the docks in a louder peace, picnicking with friends on a half deserted campus one afternoon during a power outage. I return to it now, with life everywhere around it, and sit by myself, without their songs and laughter, with a different kind of song, a different kind of laughter.