Carnes (tibman) wrote,

You hear the quiet rush-roar of a nearby stream and beg your eyes
to open. The sun blinds you as its rays filter through the red and
brown tree tops far above your head. You can smell the sweet smoke
from a slowly burning Ceader in the almost dead fire. You can feel
a light wind on your face coming from upstream as it gently tugs
at the leaves and softly places them on the ground about you. Just
then, a dragonfly buzzes into view, its emerald green body glinting
in the sun, it begins to perform the most graceful aeral show and
disappears into a mist as a sluggish smile forms on your sleepy face.

I am at peace... body, mind, and soul...
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