Prompt for the day: Moment of peace. An hour or a day or a week of solitude. What was the quality of your breath? The state of your mind? How did you get there?
Late July 2009. A hot day tent camping in Newhalem, Washington. A narrow path led from the campsite to the rushing, icy Skagit River. A glass of white wine. My best friend. Toenails painted blue and dipped into the flowing waters, sitting perched on a mossy bank my back to a giant tree. Not much talk. Forgetting daily worries. Mind stripped clean.
All five senses engaged; feet immersed in cold, the taste of crisp wine, the sound of ever moving river, the smell of deep woods, the sight of natural beauty all ours. A moment of peace.