Dreaming... by russelllindsey9
Writing Alone on the River
05-17-06

As she paddled away from the bank, not a care in the world, she couldn't help but smile.
A treasure of 3 hours of peace - just her, the river, and the animals - Eagles, turtles, and spiders.
The river itself, somehow a part of her soul, seemed to change and remain timeless all at once.
Muddy at times, but always with a sparkling current, it has and will stand the test of time.

Stopping to enjoy the scenery, she pulled out a notebook and pen to record the journey for all.
She wondered if others who hadn't been so lucky could understand the depth, the atmosphere.
How do you express something so very natural, that can take you back to childhood in an instant?
How do you capture the very essence of summer in a few short words that are destined to be lost?

Unending, forever changing - just like me.

Current Mood: Content

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