Sometimes the easy answer is the right one.
I have spent considerable time this week trying to figure out this conundrum. I get bored at stoplights, frustrated by meaningless conversations and rarely watch a movie twice. Yet I am perfectly happy to go back to the same spot to watch water tumbling over rocks and somehow be mesmerized by the experience.
The reasons I explored involved lots of adjectives about sights, sounds and feelings. I even tried to wax eloquent about the stream being pulled to an unseen destination with an irresistible allure and then pulled out the introvert card. It was obvious I really had no idea. Then I remembered a story.
A few decades ago, Wal-mart stores had not yet come to Canada. I recall an older friend wryly noting that his wife wanted to go to Wal-mart at each US city on their last trip. He couldn’t understand why – the stores were all identical.
It turned out his wife just liked Wal-mart – a lot. And me? I think Wal-marts are all the same too, but … change that to sitting by a creek and I don’t want to drive by either.
I was really hoping for a more profound answer but I have to settle for the simple one – I like it.
Here are two photos of moving water that I like – one from Saskatchewan and one from British Columbia.