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Standing in the middle of the river. Water trickling by. It’s fall and the leaves are beginning to gather as they race down the river side by side. I feel the stones beneath my feet as I take all of the scenery in. Standing in the middle of the river watching time go by. I hear a breeze brushing through the trees as the leaves caress the ground. A subtle sound is heard around the river and coming down to me as if a melody is being composed to tell the story of the day. I stand in the middle of the river as nature walks by. Deeply I breath inwardly to bring the moment into me. I want to feel all my senses rejoice in the moment as I stand in the middle of the river. Birds fly by cawing at the sky as if to say we are here, we see, we feel, it is a good day. Colors fill the bright sky painting an iridescent scene as I stand here in the middle of the river. Momentarily I close my eyes so that I may feel all which is surrounding me. The smells of fall, the trees, the river and me. A beam of light shines down upon me and begins to warm my face as I stand in the middle of the river for I am not alone. Let us enjoy standing in the middle of the river. |
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