A Body of Water

Exercise #139 : "A Body of Water"

Imagine a body of water. This might be a lake, or a pond, or a rushing river - it can be anything. What do you see in your mind? Describe the body of water in detail - detail that addresses all of the senses. What colors do you see? Lights and shadows? Sounds? Smells? Textures? How does it feel on your skin? What is in it, near it, above it? In the remaining minute, jot down the feelings this body of water evokes - either in you or in a character.

1,2,3, GO!!

There is a medium-sized pond on my Dad's farm land that I absolutely love. Sure, during the summer it is inhabited by annoying mosquitoes and generally humid weather, but it is gorgeous. One side of the pond is completely open, but on the other side, there is this glorious canopy of tree branches that perfectly frame a little walkway. It's so quaint that I can't even stand it. Tufts of dead grass shoot from the water's edge, and small sprouts of some wheat-like plant sparsely decorate the surrounding earth.

The water is generally calm, but every once in a while, a fish - a catfish, maybe - jubilantly rejoicing in the simple life (or at least that's what I tell myself they're doing), jumps into the air and splashes back in, causing a large ripple to form and slowly spread across the surface. The sound interrupts an otherwise ambient silence filled with the noises you don't usually notice: crickets chirping, branches swaying in the gently blowing wind, etc.

On the back side of the pond, there is a pump, but whenever I'm there it's not activated. To be completely honest, I'm not sure what it's used for.

I love this place. It instills an immediate sense of calm and oneness with nature within me whenever I'm there. Nothing can harm me, and I can do whatever I want. There's no one there to judge me for talking out loud to myself as I walk along the branch-covered walkway, and I am free. The world would be a better place if everyone spent some time in a place like that at least once a week.

END.

Now I want to go to my Dad's farm land. He's had it for years, but due to time limitations I have simply been unable to go as much as I would like. Dad hasn't even been able to get up there as much as he wanted, but he does make sure to stop by whenever the turkey and deer seasons roll around.

Don't worry, folks. Dad does not hunt for sport. When he kills something, he takes it home, and we eat it. Nom nom nom. Wild turkey and venison are scrum-diddly-umptious.

Anyways, time for me to go away. I hope you all have a wonderful Easter!

Peace.
Stef.

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