The other day there was a guy sitting cross-legged on a big rock in the middle of the stream. He had his eyes closed, his palms up on his knees. He’s meditating, I guessed. There is no more perfect place than among the trees, water, rock.
The perfect spot for meditation, contemplation and relaxation.
I really wanted to take his photo. With his eyes closed, he would never know. But what an intrusion into his private moment, I thought. I paused and looked at him for a sec, and envied his focus and the way he seemed to tune out passersby, including myself.
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