The blanket of water curves and with a steady whoosh slips over the edge. It rolls downward in one smooth motion. Flat and glassy at the top, the waters become choppy on their descent, then foam before slipping under the footbridge. The sun’s reflection glints and sparkles off miniature waves like thousands of diamonds. Today, the place is cheerful and laughing. The droplets giggle in delight. They jump, spin, dance, and sing as the sunlight shimmers.
Yesterday was cloudy, the dam a different thing. The waters had jostled for position, bumped and elbowed their way in a dark race for the bottom. The surface a jagged slate. There was no foreshadowing the joy to come, only tussle, push, and shove.
Could these waters be the same as yesterday’s, only altered like a mood ring’s mercurial stone?