Every morning, Martha visited the river. The shimmering ripples held her gaze, each one dancing to its rhythm before vanishing, replaced by another.
One day, a weathered pebble caught her attention. She tossed it into the river. Circles spread out, each one growing and fading, replaced by the next. She threw another, then another.
One morning, an elderly woman sat at a distance, gently releasing leaves into the stream. Each leaf danced momentarily upon the water’s surface, then slipped away downstream.
Days of joy mirrored the vibrant ripples of stones gently caressed by the water. Moments of sorrow echoed the fading circles, each replaced by the next in a never-ending dance.
Over time, without a word, Martha understood. The river had whispered its secret. Every ripple, every leaf, every moment was a transient dance in the river of life.
Vires in Numeris 