Day 5 - 10:15am, 5 January 2019
Today, while I stand on the bridge, the detail that stands out most for me is the bowling club's lawn next door. It catches my eye because it is SO green, green to the point that it looks unnatural. In the middle of the winter, where the keynote colour of the river and its surrounding banks is muted brown, then its luminosity feels out of place and season.
But bright as the lawn may be, it cannot upstage the Water, the gentler hues of the flowing water having a hypnotic pulse to them that brings my eyes back to it again and again. I like to think that I have something in common with the river, a shared affinity. I am not loud, I am not bright, but I hope that in being who I am, my natural colours have their own charm and their own special purpose. May I, at the very least, wind my way through the environment in this quietly confident manner, unperturbed by the super-charged personalities who seem at times to overwhelm me. I can, and I will, stand my own.
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