Contentment near flowing streams

 

Sinking my feet

into a liquid substance,

flowing downstream

over slippery

surfaces,

rippling reflections are

attending, unwinding, inhaling.

Hair nuzzling my face –

wind bristling away

noises of cars, trains, buses,

people.

This seclusion

unnerves me.

It is here,

I come

to realize contentment.

 

 

Living Intentionally

Lorraine

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