Reflection

I like oceans and lakes and rivers.
Who doesn't?
There's something about
bodies of water that
take us back to other times,
childhood memories of Diamond Lake,
in Washington State, or Stinson Beach
north of San Francisco,
or of fishing trips
with my friend Dan, and other good times.
Anyway, I noticed about an hour ago
that when the sun is
in the right position in the western sky,
and my blinds are partially open just enough,
I can see the ripples
from the swimming pool in the
courtyard of my apartment reflected
on my living room ceiling.
Pretty nice.