August 26, 2007

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The sky glides past and I am still. I know in my head that it is the other way around, but in my heart that is what I see. I watch the branches for a long time. In their shade I am comfortable. I trail one hand in the water. We are far, now, from the mountains where the snows first melted but this river still carries their lingering chill. The air at the surface of the water is cool, comfortable. If I were to sit up, I know I would find the day to be much warmer. I do not. Instead I simply lie here and let the sky glide past.

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