Ripples

The pond this morning is like glass, not a ripple anywhere. The trees around it reflect perfectly in the water.

I saw a duck land on the pond a few moments ago. Ripples rolled away from it as it paddled toward the north of the pond and disappeared.

The minor disturbance from these ripples flowed across the pond, marring the reflections I could see. Not by much.

I did notice something though.

As the ripples touched our shoreline, they reflected back, and they cancelled themselves. The water became calm again.

The shore didn't move, and wasn't affected.

Come to think of it, neither were the real trees, standing monoliths on the edge of the lake. They remained untouched.

Only the reflections, the perceptions of reality, wavered because the duck landed.

Were I only watching the pond, I might think that my world shook for a moment.

Watching the trees, I know it did not.

So a couple thoughts came to mind.

I need to stand firm, like the shoreline, and ripples won't affect me.

I need to keep my eyes on the real, not the reflection.

Thanks for reading.