Observational Piece #1 – Water

Walking along the trek of dirtied concrete footpath, made muddy from the extended construction in the area and the openness of the terrain, I could always water. The sounds of hard-tools and hard-boots trampling through the area would be usually be enough to block out the loudest of noises, but the small river flowing beside me persisted throughout my walk, although hidden by the copious amount of shrubbery surrounding it. The soft light of the sky that had yet to open up, combined with the trickling drops of the slow flowing water provided some comfort in an otherwise cluttered environment, where no other sense of peace was to be found.