Gliding through the stillness of the setting sun, dragging a toe in the cool water. We talked of everything and nothing as fireflies danced amongst the trees overhanging the shore. The last village seemed so far away, the next just a notion, the river eternal.
The guy next to me on the bus was writing in his notebook. I averted my gaze at first, but curiosity got the better of me. He was writing, "Hey you! Yes, you! I don't have time to explain, but you must get off at the next stop with me!"