He could see and hear the chilly mountain stream rolling along beside him. He looks left to see a dwarfish animal frightened by his presence, scurry away to safety. The ground beneath his feet is not steady and his footsteps are tender because of it. The cool air teases his warmth flesh and sunlight brightens past his shadow.
The smell of pine is mature in the air current and the is reminded of a Christmas tree, and the delight that comes with it. He gathers some small misshaped Stones and watches as they splash into the cold clear water. His proffer is deep and his lungs fill with uninfected coolness, he is content.
The solitude makes his focus stronger, he is able to purview his life in a much clearer sense without all the clouds and doubt. His soul feels scant now empty of the lament and untune that haunts him daily.
-Johnny V
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