Walking through the paths I noticed that not much had changed since my last visit. More leaves had fallen, and the undergrowth had died back a bit more, but nothing too drastic shifted on the land. I strolled out towards the rocks, my favorite place to sit in the sun like a lizard, when I realized the rain from the past week caused the water levels to rise over the rocks. The water was beautiful running over the rocks, but I needed to find myself a new place to plunk myself down. I moved from spot to spot find one that was too public, one that was too windy, one that was too pointy, until I found one that faced the rushing water. I found peace there watching the everchanging water flow, and admiring the changes through the landscape.
