Every day at 5 p.m...

...the familiar strains of Moon River fills the air. I don't know exactly where the music comes from or why it plays, but it's loud enough that it reaches my 2nd floor balcony. Sometimes I don't notice it until it's almost to the end, but there are times when it plays with my imagination. I start to hear Andy William's voice in my head and see Audrey Hepburn standing outside of Tiffany's. But mostly I wonder about this "wider than a mile" river, where it starts and where it flows to. I wonder if someday ever came and if this dreamer was ever able to "cross it in style, " or if it was one of those things that remained a dream. Then I feel a slight pang because there is "such a lot of world to see" and so much of it that I have yet to. And then when the song ends, I hope with all my heart that this dreamer was able to

The way I understand it...

...the way a water dam works is the floodgates have to be opened every now and then, when the water reaches a certain level and it might get too much for the structure to hold. If this is not done, the structure might weaken, collapse and cause major damage, not to mention the fact that it can flood the areas around it. I wonder if it is so with our ideas and feelings. We think and feel so many things at the same time and with varying intensity that it's a wonder people don't implode. For some people, it's easy. They have a built-in floodgate that allows them to naturally release 'water' when it reaches a certain level.  But for others, there are no floodgates. Or maybe, the gates have not been opened for so long it's gotten stuck or has become embedded in the walls. I wonder if a crowbar is enough to pry it open…