I sit quietly, motionless, beside the river. The leaves on the trees at the water's edge softly chatter, the breeze conversing with them in soft tones. Light from the day filters through, sparking the endless ripples of the water as it rushes forward, racing toward a finish it cannot see or comprehend. Mesmerized, my vision blurs, and I imagine for a moment I am one of those ripples, struggling to stay on top, to be in the light. Tumbling, rolling over the next to get ahead, impatient to be first. But for what?? As the river widens, it also slows. There is no light here. The ripples, no longer having the energy to fight, become smaller, and lose their uniqueness, until they all but blend into one. Sinking, they drown in their own despair. A bird sings, it's sweet song bringing me back to the moment. I smile, awake for the first time, and I realize: I don't need to be a ripple in that river, vying for the light. I can be the light.