The Stream

Benito heard the stream getting louder as he walked along a dry, beaten path that slowly turned into soft grass. The vegetation grew thick and dense, forming a wall of every shade of green: emerald, shamrock, jade, and mint.

The area went cool, chilled by the presence of water nearby. A few more steps and he saw it: a sparkling, crystal-clear ribbon of water. It moved over smooth, time-polished stones, with a gentle current rippling its surface as it carved through the lush greenery. The sound of it was as inviting as a song.

Benito felt an immediate sense of tranquility. The stream seemed to be beckoning him to join it. He walked in, not thinking about anything but immersing himself. The water was sparkling all around him like tinsel. He waded deeper, the stream accepting him into the rhythm of its flow. The feeling was unlike any feeling he’d ever had. It was timeless and exhilarating. The aroma of the forest was very powerful as Benito flowed with the stream. He felt as if he was part of it—like he belonged to it and its flow. He was the flow!