Lunch

I've started eating my lunch on the concrete banks of the Ohio River in downtown Evansville. Every day it makes me sad and every day I come back. I don't know why this particular kind of solitude makes me lonely. Maybe it's the ripples on the whole surface of the water reminding me that change is inevitable, that everything is in flux always and that the only thing you can hope to know for certain is yourself - and only if you're very lucky.