Today I walk down to the tree.
I know I won't be able to sit there because it is under water with the river up. When I walk up to the bank of the river a turtle slides into the water and disappears. I was right the river is even higher now and my tree deeper in water.  I walk upstream to the little waterfall that runs around a tree there. Spring is here in the woods. The
trees have tiny leaves and a glow of color. I reach for the bottle I keep there to drink from and get a cold refreshing drink. It's amazing how cold this water is always, and very good to drink. I hang the bottle back on the broken limb and take off my shoes and step into the cold water. That will cool you in a hurry on a day this hot. As I sit there beside the stream I think of someone dear to me. Wonder if he would like this place. I think he would but I can't see him there beside me. He has his life to live as I have mine. Our worlds are far apart and will never be one. What we share is in our hearts and will always
shine there. No matter where our lives take us he will always ba a warm glow in my heart. As I leave the stream and walk out, I look around and see the first
wild violets of spring. I reach down and pick one for luck. I remember the times my aunt and I would go in the woods every spring and look for violets. I hope this wiolet will lbring me good luck this year. Maybe
I will be lucky in love. You never know what tomorrow brings.