Channeled into an ever-narrowing strip of water, the river runs loud in winter.
Geese huddle on ice islands stretching out from the two bridge buttresses that stand, immovable, in the middle of the river’s flow.
Two squirrels play tag amongst the trees. Unimpeded by leafy greens filling the space between each branch, black puffy tails flicking rapidly, back and forth, back and forth, they chase each other in and out and around tree trunks and branches.
A lone duck floats swiftly past, unseen webbed feet paddling fast.
Cerulean sky stretches from horizon to horizon.
Immersed within the sacred mystery of the world embracing me, I stand in silent wonder to greet the morning light.
In Silent Wonder Standing at the gateway great mystery unspent beckons time well spent time frittered away time wasted silently drifts into the shadows of the past year spent of all that was not known when the bells tolled their welcoming clarion to a new year. Standing at the gateway great mystery unspent unfurls moment by moment leaving all that was spent in the invisible hands of time passing by.
from where I sit
Dare Boldly 
Reading your words, I felt myself taking a deep breath and allowing my shoulders to relax.
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I am so grateful you found that moment of pause and relaxation within them Susan! Happy New Year. May your days be light and your nights full of dreams that soothe your heart and soul.
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What a damn good post
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What a damn good comment! Thanks JoAnne. ❤
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Beautiful. ❤️ Happy New Year, Louise!
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Thank you! And to you as well Kelley! ❤
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Love the colours in the photo and your words. So serene and accepting.
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Thank you Bernie. I never grow tired of this view.
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I feel the same way about my rural valley view.
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