Same Thing Different

It wasn’t long and I sat down on a big rock and let the sun warm my face. I couldn’t recall the last time I was out so I closed my eyes and washed myself in it all and just let the rush of the river be the only sound. It felt good to be there. Like I had been missing something and then found it again. I didn’t have any place to be or any task demanding my attention. Today it didn’t even matter to me if I caught a fish or not. There was such a congregation of midges floating in the breeze that if I opened my eyes just enough I’d of thought it was snowing. It’s hard to describe moments such as these, other than to say, it was more than enough for me. There in the white noise and the warmth of the sun I sat and was glad to have found once again, what I didn’t know I was looking for.