England at its best.
Crystal clear river waters, the gentle flow of the current.
Lush green reeds border my own little patch of heaven.
Spiders spin their webs by the river bed,
A family of swans glide serenely.
Birdsong surrounds and envelopes me as though I’m in the tropics.
Dragonflies dance along the water line,
their vivid blue and turquoise shimmering in the sun.
The mill in the distance,
Framed by lily pads and untouched waters.
No humans allowed.
I sit here looking,
Trying to spot the sources of the circular ripples slowly surfacing.
I Hear the gentle cascade of the lock.
My mind clears
My heart lifts
My soul shifts.
I feel connected.
This is life.