Sunday evening.
Orange fading into purple over the water.
A riverboat sitting quietly in the middle of it.
And for a few minutes the water seemed to hold another entire sky underneath the first one.
I didn't need anything from the moment.
I just wanted to be there long enough to notice it.
Maybe reflection isn't always about looking backward.
Sometimes it's just making enough room to see what's already there.
Wind down. Aim up.
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