You and Me and Impermanence
(Image source: pixabay.com) My car was stuck in traffic on a long bridge over the river. I could do nothing except wait for the traffic to clear. The panoramic sky over the river was blue with white clouds. I switched on the radio inside the car. Country music flowed like a gust on a hilltop. People inside neighbouring cars turned their heads and began to listen to the music. Many of us involuntarily tapped our feet on the car’s floor. I saw a stray dog walking on the sidewalk of the bridge. He sniffed around my car’s door and wagged his tail. Then he walked away with a dignified air. The water was silver grey. The sun, mellowed under the shroud of a white cloud, was looking into the mirror of water and smiling. He seemed satisfied with his own image. What a narcissist! I thought. This music, and this Sun, and this sky, and these clouds, and the dog will be gone the next moment. I shall remember them when I cross the bridge again, or I would be too preoccup...
