For Rapids that Flow

So here we are, in the wild, doing anything but nothing, enjoying everything that's anything.  That is what it is all about, as they say.  I honestly would not know if this is what it's all about either, but if it is, I am well pleased.  To be able to keep your footing along a steep, rocky, amazing trail in the back country is the least of your worries.  Worries really do not exist where I am, or do they?  Even though someone can be in such a beautiful, carefree place, anxiety still creeps its way into the scene.  Thoughts on irrelevant things that I know I cannot control still occur, but I think I'm tired of these thoughts.  To be able to drown the worries in a pool of rapids is too easy.  It is available right out the back door.  Talks also help.  So I decided to take a walk.  Three miles have never seemed so pleasant.  I look to the right to find a way to stay hydrated and to the left a way to need hydration.  I chose to stay straight.  The walk wasn't easy.  Rocks were left homeless on the side, trying to meet new friends, but none of us were interested.  We had only one thing on our minds and that was walking.  And walking we did.  Greeting everything that passed us, and the best suited ones were non responsive.  After a while of trudging along, we reached our destination.  Awe.  Our shoulders were lightened as we watched the sunny glaze of the mountainous reflection that cast dimly over a smooth valley full of water.  I can't recall much, but worrying was not on my mind.  If the scenery did not do it, the American Spirits solved the problems.  And the best part was that it only took one to do the job.  That was all I needed.  The walk was over.  The best walk I have ever taken.  To end the day, I shared a fire with pen and paper.  We have shared a great deal of time together.  I have a feeling our relationship will only grow.  Look forward to that.