The river road glides beside its mother serpent. Like a child, the path I tread meanders. My feet ache to carry me down into hidden hollows. I long to float among trees untouched by children, unseen by lovers sneaking solitude. Time pulls me along captive to the course of the trail. I lose deep connection with the water and the music of a day like this.
An osprey chases an eagle as the half-moon watches from her tower. Their cavorting draws me up through the current of thoughts. They splash the sky and I am showered in spray.
My journey allows me peace to compose.
Ten notes as prelude
ripples of expectation