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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. My mind allows itself to move to other perfect moments. There are two others I can recall. They both are water based, sun based, body based. Interesting. I am over fifty now. How many perfect moments will I collect in my life? Have there been others without ceremony or punctuation. Do I take my perfect moments for granted? |
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