She'd come to the riverside with weariness in her heart. The day was bleak, rainy, and kept from her embrace by a million things to do. But perspective changes everything, even an unwilling heart.
The ducks paddled by two by two. The rain pulled back up into the clouds, leaving mist in its place. Music poured from a nearby window. Cello, she thought. Its melody swept away the hurried day with rest and thankfulness. That's how the world changed. She went home and made tea. Everything looked different. It was good.