The most mundane of things can change the way you see the world. There I was minding my own business as I crossed the field, when I heard someone talking. Their chatter was animated; it almost sounded as though they were singing. With a grin, I realised that it was the beck running down the hill. Is there a sweeter sound than the purling of a young stream? I followed the watercourse up to where it bubbles from the ground. At the spring, I scooped up a handful of this singing water. It was ice-cold.
14 October 2021, The Tablet
Glimpses of Eden
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