I could not move. Sitting on the bench, I stared
over the smooth surface of the lake so recently bombarded with boats and boards
and acrobatics and the cacophony of accompanying music. Now it was filled with silence, soft air,
warm sunshine. I was transported to another realm.
Come they called. We have more to do. More to see.
We must hurry on to the next destination.
I could not move. Mind and body were at one with the
lake and the breeze and the fluttering leaves of the nearby trees. Holiness filled
this place, only five minutes ago a tourist attraction. It filled the space
with peace, quiet, fulfillment.
Hurry up, they called. What are you doing? How are
we going to get it all done?
How could I move? I closed my eyes, breathed in the
sweet scents of forest and lake. Listened to a silence that was mine alone.
Savored the moment, willing it to last, even as it slipped away.
I moved.
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