The image in my head while reading this a few times is of a table-top fountain, rock and moss, with a little wooden pagoda and Asian bridge perched near the top of recycling water flow; slowly morphing into a mountain with an abandoned temple next to a roaring river, water rushing around the timbers of a bridge of unknown age still standing strong.

Written by

Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store