Yesterday, I stood for five minutes beside the overflowing watergate at the top end of the valley.
Five minutes watching the water flow, gushing over the edge and dropping into the plunge pool created by its relentless pounding.
This is so different from the tranquillity of the lake.
Yet it was also a tiny reminder of the relentless bombardment experienced in war zones. With nowhere to go for respite.
Peace is more than a nice word.
Pause. See differently. Re-story