[ IP ] Winding River

I sat by the river's edge, its calming waters running over my feet, cooling me off. It was the middle of July, and the earth I was sitting on seemed to give off a steamy heat from the high temperatures during the day. It was dusk now. 
 
 I thought about the summer, with its lazy breezes and cumbersome, billowy clouds. I laid on my back and watched the birds fly through the humid air. The world was quiet, nature itself seemed to be taking a deep breath before it plunged itself into the night. I watched as the sky turned from a mellow red and orange to purple, to black. 
 
 The stars that studded the night sky outnumbered my troublesome thoughts and I found this comforting. The river made a peaceful noise, moving along with the current, slowly making its way across the landscape. Solitude was what I needed, and as far as I was concerned, this was as good as solitude could get.
