Small stones dig into the arches of my feet, free of boots instantly after reaching the pebbly shoreline. Pack thrown to the ground, hands on hips, I stand in the crisp spring breeze, chest heaving from exertion. Gulping deep breaths, mist rising from the flowing river creeps up my nostrils, down my throat, coating my insides with rejuvenating fresh.
Snow melt wraps around my ankles, the icy knives digging their way between ligaments, bones, through muscle. Chilling to the core, the pain I love to endure. Splashing handfuls on my salty face, cleansing pores, awakening senses.
Closing my eyes, I listen to the still of nothingness. The distant low hum of cars, voices, sirens. Gone. The lapping stream, the high trill of a thrush, the pleasant chirps of sparrows. Crescendo of nature’s melody, a pleasant relief to my weary ears.
Fresh spring buds reflect against moss covered rocks, everything glows a brilliant emerald green. Swirling around stones, cascading over driftwood, breathing new life, changing. Sitting on the bank, I dread leaving. Part of my heart remains here, trapped under the freeing depths of nature’s loving arms.
Happy Earth Day!!!