Only moments before the water was pure glass. A motionless surface reflecting the brilliance of the setting sun.
Then a passing boat cut through the motionless surface, leaving graceful ripples in it’s wake that touched the most remote reaches of the bay.
So it is as we pass through our daily lives. The only question is what kind of ripples are we leaving in our wake. Graceful or turbulent? It is a choice.
Everything matters!
Rich Proctor 
Great shot =)
Thank you Ana.
Love the imagery in your writing. The photo is killer too.
Thanks a million Michael. I appreciate it.
B e a u t i f u l !
Many thanks iosatel!