I touched my toe to the water and the cool liquid sent shivers down my spine. After a splash or two, my body was adjusted and my enthusiasm racing. The shallow water did not allow for much rope swinging but how could that stop a group of teenager from having fun? The murky, tea-colored water spilled over the crowd as each willing participant, thrown through the air, flopped into the water like a fish that was too small to fillet.
The silky sand wriggled between my toes, anxious as I was, to break away from the pack and float down the stream free of gravity and free of mind. For a moment I sat back and closed my eyes. I let the water run over my face and I realized I truly was free of mind. I smelled nature between small waves of water. The scent of iron and foliage wafted down stream. The water was similar to the taste of blood but much sweeter, reminiscent of cuts on my fingers, holding it in my mouth to stop its flow.
Only a moment later was I awoken from my reverie by the hollering and hooting of the splash contest occurring down stream. The smiles of friends and the waves of excitement filled the real world. Only my thoughts filled the other. Who would want to be free from the world when there is so much to experience right in front of us?
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