He walks out at night, the river flowing, the full moon high, he steps out stone to stone and settles on a stone in the middle of the river.
He slows his breathing, lets nature take him, closes his eyes, all is dark, all is silent save the sound of the river.
He clears his mind, then a flash of color, a vision, he is there, but not there, gone in his minds eye, seeing things he is meant to see, that he needs to see.
Focus regained, some things are meant to be explored alone...
10 Nov 2006 11:04:36
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