It’s quietness is it’s only defense, this little pond tucked away behind a busy golf course and apartment complex. Only the deer, frogs and maybe herons know of this place, this place that still has water in this horrible drought that has hit the country so, so hard. Sunlight streams in through the branches of trees overhead. A bullfrog warms up for the evening serenade; ripples cascade across the surface from some unseen water being.
It’s a place to breathe and to understand stillness.