Moments spent in the waking world, alone with nature, are some of my very favorite moments of all. πβ¨πππΏπβ€οΈ
Because it’s 8 am and
you’re at a Rocky Mountain lake you’ve
never been to before
with only your golden dog and
a few chipmunks and
deer and dozens of birdsongs
as company
you shrug off your clothes and
bare all to the damp and chilly wind
and tip toe into the crystal turquoise
stillness
reflecting before you
and breathe in….
Then you dive and
open your eyes to taste
the smooth blue and green around you
Then you flip
and float
and your skin tightens from the icy cold and
your breath is high in
your chest and your dog
whines along the shore, afraid
to let you lose yourself
below the surface.