Nothing Is Ever Perfect

I found myself back at the stream once again. I hadn't seen this place in weeks but the memory didn't waver one bit. The only thing that was different was that it was a nearly perfect scene. The water flowed steadly and was crystal clear so that the fish were clearly visible beneath it's surface. The plants grew in lush masses and the animals roamed free and happy. I was content to just sit there and gaze at the scene with awe. I'd never seen something so perfect in my life, and it was nice to know that there was still hapiness somewhere.

There was still that small unsettling thought in my mind though. I couldn't shake off the death of Pete. That was until I saw the tiny dark spot in the middle of the grass. There was a single tomb stone sitting there, and at first I was almost ready to cry at the sight of it, but when I bet down to see what was writen on it, my mind was at ease.

"Chip, I miss you, but everything's going to be all right."

That was all I needed.
I knew know that it would be.