I walk through the fields outside my house,

My headphones in,

Listening to some old Queen track,

 

I stop at the stream,

Watching the water flow in currents,

Splashing over the rocks, in a race to get to the finish line,

 

I take my headphones off,

Takig in the sounds of the stream, flowing by,

I hear it splash, and squelch and protest it’s hard jurney,

 

Slowly, I slip off my runners and ankle socks,

And set them on the marshy banks of the stream,

In my bare feet, I hop into the shallow stream,

 

I gasp at first, at how cold it is,

It feels like standing on a block of ice,

My heels bounce on the smooth, wet pebbles beneath me,

 

The water’s so shallow,

That it barely splashes against my ankles,

And I can hear a crow cawing, not far away,

 

It warms up a little,

And I smile too myself,

Because here, in this moment, I feel at peace