Quiet Reflection

On a perfect summer's day in Oxford I came across this little mill, reflected in the rippling water.
On a perfect summer’s day in Oxford I came across this little mill, reflected in the rippling water.

A little quiet reflection today.

Alone in Oxford I wandered, along the river bank behind New College, the summer air heavy with the scent of linden trees. A little water mill framed in willow and bracken reflected in the gently rippling water and I stood transfixed; the only sounds, the water and the leaves, rustling slightly in the perfumed air. For one blissful moment I felt completely at ease, untroubled by the cares of the world.

A little bronze plaque plaque, set in a nearby wall, recalled the words of C S Lewis who, while strolling along the very same walk so many years before, longed for a perfect Summer, calling out in an uncertain and war-ravaged world for peace and ease. In that one brief moment alone by the riverside all his words seemed embodied in this one, perfect Summer’s day.

C S Lewis

That all days could be like this but, alas, it seems that a gentle summer must remain, for most, a dream and the world must churn its troubled way through space, ever returning.

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