From the edge of Njegosev Park, I can see the clear water flowing lazily through the capital, Podgorica.
The water is more glasslike than I expected, unclouded, less murky than rivers through other city centres.
The far bank is lined with trees, rocky outcrops peeking between the trunks.
Whitecaps appear around rocks in the river, suggesting a river with pace, with enthusiasm.
Below me is an abandoned platform, railings missing, broken up in places, but still with a few plastic chairs to rest the legs of those who dare to step on the rotten floorboards.
Next to the platform, a wooden bench is half submerged in the river.
Though the traffic crossing the many bridges can be heard, it’s peaceful here, and there is the music of chirping birds.
A few locals stroll along the river promenade, some in contemplation, others pushing baby carriages.
It’s a place to unwind, to reflect, and to express gratitude.
