Ripple

Eagerly awaiting the number 5 DART bus that would take me home, I sat mesmerized byt the wind and the effect that was being placed on the small puddle of water at the edge of the sidewalk. Tilted just slightly as to give a hint of intrigue, my head was steady as it gazed at the ripples that were created by the gusts. I sat and watched as the movement that was  created moved something inside me. The ripple was moving because of the force that was created--behind it. That is what life is like; someone or something is pushing you to see you smoothly sail you to your destination.