Wandering thoughts

Walking down a path which was worn into the overgrown earth. To her favorite spot, a dock overlooking a lake. In the Fall, she would walk down this path to sit on, the edge of the wooden dock. Mostly to gather her thoughts, read a book, or watch the amber leaves gently sail through the Autumn breeze, landing in the lake below. The water reflecting the brilliant painted leaves. Much like her mind reflected thoughts, she often pondered about life. The calm, quite of this peaceful place would ease her wandering thoughts.

– Jamie Whorton ยฉ

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