Floating

She was floating in the middle of a lake, the most beautiful color of blue she had ever seen. The water was so still and serene. The lake was surrounded by tiny white crystals of sand, the beautiful smooth feeling sand of the tropics not the coarse sand of the Northeast. As she was floating she could see all way down to the bottom, seeing the reflection of the small pebbles on the bottom in the sun.

She was out there alone, immobile in peace. She had nowhere to go, nobody to see, no responsibilities at the moment. She was in complete peacefulness. A beautiful serenity enveloped her. She had such a beautiful time floating around aimlessly drinking in all the beauty. She was floating far enough out there where nothing could reach her except a cool, gentle breeze. She felt so safe and secure out there floating around. It was as if nothing could reach her and she could just find a moment’s peace. Floating, floating, floating. She wanted to bottle that feeling so that she could feel it all the time.

And then she opened her eyes in her living room. Namaste.

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