I have an entire river in front of me—a roaring, rushing
river. Yet my eye is drawn to a small
group of rocks by the shore. It is out
of the main flow of the river. Instead
the water gently moves around them.
Small reed-like grasses grow around these rocks, reaching towards the
sky, blowing in the wind. This spot is
mostly unaffected by the rushing water beyond it, or the rafts full of people,
or the boats with fish lines whipping in and out. Why am I drawn to this?
I sit here listening to the water and feeling the
cool breeze and sun on my arms and face.
It is peaceful. I see the people
rushing by, paddling and fishing, but I am separate from them. We are leaving this restful spot soon and
heading home. Can I take it with me in
some way?
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