Perfect Moments

By Judith Bakkensen

The wind blows through me.  It is warm and the breeze kisses my skin.  I am naked sitting on a large flat rock on the edge of a pool of very hot water.  At this moment, I feel everything is perfect.  The hot water has relaxed me completely, the wind has blown me dry.

I took a big drink of water and again feel it's perfection as it slip down into my stomach.  I don't arrive at these perfect moments very often.  As I'm sitting on the rock, my mind focused on everything I sensed - the wind, the sun, my skin, my organs, the grass, the river, the water.