There are three layers of ephemeral here:
The ripples eventually disappeared, and the surface of this lake at Trent Park went back to being perfectly still.
This book cover only existed as an option, in the end I went with Image & Other Stories, and the picture of a rose. The title of this option was too unwieldy, the colours didn’t work and the font was too fussy.
The story Stillness and Dancing is in part about the transitory nature of childhood dreams. It had a different title until I recalled these lines from Eliot’s East Coker:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing
The extract from the poem features at the beginning of the story.
Other things ephemeral here.