Afternoon at the plunge pool

Belly on warm rock, form fitting the contours. Camera propped precariously close to the lapping waters edge, a risk worth taking for this close up encounter with the plunge pool offerings. Marveling as leaf surfaces adhere themselves to stone and lichen alike. Seeing natures colours alight in early afternoon sun, the heavy drone of crashing water enveloping me, merging my very being with her gushing onslaught. Alive here! Toes tingling in cold freshness, animating me fully in to this moment like a dancer perfecting a move I too practice encapsulating this moments magic, synchronizing eye and mind in the flash of perception. This I meeting a greater sense of non-self, blurring and merging in a great amorphous gulp.

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