An Evening Stroll

Past the manicured lawns and barking dogs, the trail down to the place awaits.

The place where the swift currents of the Middle Deschutes drown out any thought of being anywhere near a city, my house, or a worry.

The canyon walls close in around me and my mind, and then my soul is free like the water rushing past my feet.

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