There are cultures we know because someone decided that this is where they thought we’d grow best. There are cultures we’ll never understand or visit because of personal decisions; the time is not right, the money isn’t there, you’re comfortable right where you are. There are decisions we make both small and big never knowing the impact it’ll have for our futures. The ripple effect that commands this canal tells me it’ll never once be the same. Not even from one second to the very next one can I say this canal hasn’t changed. The canal changes looks like I change my mind and the way the sun changes everyday. It changes like the water being pushed aside to make room to pave a new way.
It was the decision of this man who loved where he lived and wanted to show the world. He stood at the end of his majestic wooden boat and stroked his way through history. Each lap through the city was a time to reflect and each turn looked different than the next; not just to this family with cameras to their eyes but to the man who knows its bones. He knows the cracks of the building ahead and which bridges have scrapes underneath; scrapes made from the rising tides and from turns made by novice gondoliers. This man can probably sing the way the water sounds at every hour of the day.
But you can live somewhere for years and years and still be surprised by events. You can live somewhere for one whole week and never be bothered by a thing. No matter where you live there will always be turns, always be corners, always be shadows. No matter how you plan, it may never go that way because maybe this way is better.
What lies ahead is not a fact that we know though I’m endlessly eager to find out. I suppose it’ll be my curiosity that jolts me alive everyday. It’ll be my curiosity that shakes my core, that disturbs others, that changes my course and plan. My ripple effect is unique from yours; someone will know my scrapes, someone will know how I sound but it’s those corners and bends that I’ve never seen that will probably keep me around.