The river to which they went was wet, then dried, now damp again; leaving shallow pools to await freezing.

 

 

 

It is where galactic rules, the measured kind, are so easily dismissed by a boy – to impress the girl, so as to reflect on a puddle; or, more elegantly, a shallow pool … with romance and absurdity.

 

 

A place for swinging twigs and skipping stones, swirling and splashing time pictures, cloudy, rippling orbits (remnants of a person) –  exercising a   personality … the marks of his passing…

 

 

 

 

… that’s turbulence…

    … beginning – and to the end –   turbulence…

 

 

There, there you have it; the mystery of the whole universe ( including his special place ) … turbulence in a shallow pool.