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I sit here on this jagged rock on this cool summers evening. The roar of river rapids in the distance seems to almost completely drown out all sound around me. However from where i am sitting the river is calm as its smooth mirror-like surface reflects the scenery around me. A dreamy sunset illuminates the skyline tonight as swirls of orange and pink clouds fill the sky as they reflect the suns radiance in its retreat behind the mountain tops. I watch the river as twigs and patches of pollen float downstream to places unknown. I find myself a bit jealous. How i sometimes wish I could be like a twig and be void of responsibility and decision making and just let life take me where ever it please much like the flow of the stream takes whatever is trapped in its current. A cool gust of wind sweeps in from the west. I let out a shiver. I begin to think about random memories of past years and past summers. Of people who have left and of new people i continue to met. Though I am not particularly fond of my past, it is sad in a way to come to the realization that your memories are just that....memories, which are gone and can never be physically relived or revisited outside the confines of our thoughts, and good or bad there is no way to go back and influence the impact they have had on our lives. I gently lay myself down and stare at the creasant shaped moon that will soon dominate the night time sky. I am over taken by it. Some nights i feel perfectly content just staring into the stars and becoming lost in the beauty of it. Only the stars can remind me how small and insignificant everything is in the grand scheme of the universe. I spot the first star this night, and as the tradition goes, i make a wish...