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Cool breeze
Mottled sunlight through the trees
Birdsong
footsteps on gravel
A shiver in the cool mountain air
Alone with my thoughts
Doubts, fears, disappointments
Long hike
Clear my head?
Not working
Dark and quiet
A sigh and the trail disappears
Just around the curve
Suddenly
The mountains loom!
The flowers in bloom!
A riot of color!
Miniscule flowers
Sound of bees.
A warmth of the sun
The deep turquois of the lake
Little icebergs floating nonchalantly
My troubles are like those icebergs.
White and beautiful on the turquois lake
It’s the contrast that makes the lake beautiful
It’s the troubles that make me realize how
amazing this life is.
I don’t fear the dark forest
I close my eyes and see the meadow.
Measureable progress 
Such serenity in your words. I like how present you were to experience these flow and natures beauty. To truly live we have to be in the now, and that’s when we realise our troubles are just but passing unwelcome visitors.
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