The Babbling Brook...

On my way to pay a visit to my brother-in-law I stopped off in a small, quiet village at the bottom of a steep hill.  The sun was high and bright, and the early afternoon was crisp.  A small brook ran through the village.  There was evidence that in recent days it had overflowed its banks, but, although still quite high, it had receded and was now restrained.

The sunlight fell nicely on the water and created little dancing lights, and the rolling, green hills and blue sky seemed to create the typical English countryside view.  It was quiet, with the only sound being that of the water and a few resident ducks further down.  I stayed a while and drank in the peacefulness before continuing on my way.