Sitting by the water watching the leaves fall into a stream. Each one begins it's journey on to an unknown place. The wind blows the water that runs still and deep, each wave moves out as a ripple towards the sandy bank where it stops, yet the wind keeps going on. Beneath the surface I stare at fish darting about as I see my own reflection under the Steel Gray sky. Shimmering in my reflection like Silver that you could just reach out and take in your hand. I realize that I am only seeing a ghost of where I exist. The world around me goes silent as in a moment I find understanding. The wind, the water and every living thing is a part of something greater and my life is only a brief reflection of the part of the whole that I must play in the grand scheme of things.