A Lament of My Time in France · 5:50pm May 7th, 2016

Hello everypony

I wanted to share to you a bit of inspirational writing that came to mind today as I was walking down the river Loire in the open sunshine.

The selfless sun shone on; jet streams piercing the blue all around it.
In the distance, a puffy white bridge connected the shades of cyan and aqua.
You stand there, looking down on the partners taking place on the riverbed.
They dance in the sunlight, some exchanging partners and some not.
You look at them; he looks at her.

Her radiant beauty maximised by the nurturing rays of the sun.
He plays with her; he laughs with her.
He dances with her.
You wish you could join them somewhat.
They soon break apart however and he becomes sad.
He is unsure if they’ll ever meet again.
You know they will; eventually.

But the same can’t be said for the others.
Those thousand other partners who will never meet or dance together.
Trickling down the full length.
You walk alongside them; wondering where they might go.
The dance gets less exciting the further you travel.
It doesn’t bother you; it’s still worth the effort.

Along the way you find others; they want to participate in the dance too.
But don’t out of fear of not knowing where they’ll end up.
You smile; it’s understandable.
After all, you never know something unless you try.

Soon you come to look down on them again, from a different angle.
Their moves aren’t as graceful as those over there.
But that doesn’t make them any less important.
You lament on this as you prepare for the journey back.
Along the bending riverbank of the Loire.

THE DANCE OF THE LOIRE