Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking/dreaming about the little creek that runs through the woods. The water is clear, running over rocks. I wake up remembering the water and breathe it into myself, as if such a thing could be done. I think it can.
lovely, contemplative photo and entry.
ReplyDeleteBarbara, you might be interested in my more contemplative musings that I put on tumblr now :
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