The bayou is low...

I guess it might not be the most awe-inspiring sight to some - this picture of a muddy Texas coastal bayou in a still and clear moment.  As I have mentioned before, Buffalo Bayou has a somewhat regulated waterflow, thanks to the Army Corp of Engineers' dam work in the western part of Harris County.  That network of dams has saved the city from devastating floods more than once.  I suspect that the gates of the dam are doing their work today, as it seemed to have rained all night long. Everything outside of my window has a wonderfully fresh-washed look to it.
But back to the picture...I love the bayou at its lowest.  All the sandbars appear, and if you watch long enough, little bits of life will appear.  The "slow-moving" part of the definition of "bayou" becomes reality, and the sun can sprinkle glitter on the water's clear surface.

Today, despite the fact that I'm actually feeling better for the first time in 3 days (plus the three weeks before that, and the now 3 antibiotics and miscellaneous other marvels of medical science) there have been some low times recently.  And, oddly enough, during the low times, sometimes things muddied by being our overwhelmed or over-busy or over-stressed - those become clear, we can then see to the bottom and clarify where the snags and troublesome shoals are.  Then decisions become easier, or at least the steps toward them do, and we can be ready to move forward or "flow" again.  It's good to know that.