Each time heavy rains fall, my favorite little stream runs brown. I stop at this rambling creek on my way home from university almost every day. There’s a small, bluish rope swing in the center of the image, a swing I’ve posted a few times before. This is an extraordinarily peaceful spot. I will often just park and amble back and forth along the road, even in winter.
We all, I think, have such small, seemingly innocuous places in which we find magic. This is one of mine.