the Float

Slowly,serenly drifting under the canopy of variegated greens,dappled light reflecting off the river surface,ruffled by a gentle wind.Smiles between Brigitte and myself,a year ago we began to manifest a dream,and here we were in paradise.The natural world in all the glory of spring,an energetic explosion of birth.I have no desire to ever go to a city again.We float up to a gravel bar in the shade and remove our clothing and enter into the brisk water,letting the current float us down a way.....walking back the warm wind dries us and we unpack the picnic basket.We lay on the warm smooth stones and drift into the silence,then we begin to hear the riffle,the birds,the wind in the trees,more smiles this is the dream...................the best part is that we are in our back yard...live the life you love.......well being depends on it.