There is little water inside the well, I look carefully at its depth and I find my own reflection at the bottom on the surface of the water, only silence and my empty reflection. We can not force anything, we can not heal the damage and painful, long droughts in an hour, even nor in days.

We must wait for rain again, the pure water will fill this forgotten well to overflow, humidity will play with our senses and soul will be again full.

Truly it only remains to sit and wait for the clouds to return, while everything lies still in silence. Inside, I find nothing but Silence...

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

To bad weather, good face! Always look on the bright side!

Spinning Around (c) 2015