Bags - Flowing Mystery

The trickle of water was a soothing answer to the harsh wailing of the wind.
A delicate repeating pattern of sublime jumbled rhythms, it would be hard to feel uneasy here.

Yet still, bliss did allude me as I watched the water cascading. Something about my friend felt off, perhaps they were hungry?

Not knowing how to pry any further than I’ve done in the past, a simple phrase of no consequence escaped my lips.

And the water continue to fall.