The river

The river: 

Where we retreat.

Where the palette is pure. 

Where we defy boredom. 

Where the quiet settles and clarity comes. 

Where giving notice to small things makes them big. 

Where adventure invites. 

Where I find community amongst rustling leaves and bird-song. 

Where there is no agenda, no expectation, no intended purpose. 

Where the sound of rushing water drowns out harsh things.

Where cotton tufts fall like summer snowflakes and rest silently on the water's surface.

Where freedom and frolic reign. 

Where there is no rivalry of thought, no division of time. 

Where pen meets paper and I write the first words that feel right and true in months. 

Where I realize how easy and effortless a beautiful life can be. 

Where I am happy in all the corners of my heart.