Sitting on a rocky riverbank for hours.
Cotton wood seeds floating to the swiftly moving water.
Crisp, fresh, earthy scents.
Reclining against the cool stone in the rising heat.
To the right is you.
Face lifted to the sky with eyes closed in contemplation.
Sunlight filtered through the trees splashing patterns on your face.
And I breathe.
Friday, July 23, 2010
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