Stream

The stream beyond my window changes everyday. Not in the zenny "Not the same river in the next second" - sense. More because of the tides.This little stream is connected to the bay that opens into the ocean. Backwaters. Some mornings, water is brimming upto the edge. Sparkling white birds skim the water, ducks swim, birds chatter. Somedays, it is just a messy mire. Slush with sweeping patterns chiseled by the long gone waves.

Today it is somewhere in the middle.

I like it all.