I remember being a child.

Being alone down by the river.

Just me and the tide, rising and falling…

The hunger for something more and others.

The quiet was all a bit too much.

So I left the river.

Life has happened since then.

Just me and the others, rising and falling.

Away from the river.

I have this memory of a life now.

The others are gone.

The river remains.

I am getting used to the quiet.