SHORT STORY
MARKS IN THE LANDSCAPE
LAUREN SHARP
We try to leave the place as we find it, this is what we’ve always done. This part of the river is so familiar to me now, the water, the way it shows different faces in different seasons. From the leaves on the surface in the autumn, to the high, green reeds and dragonflies in the spring. I see the beauty in each season and embrace each one knowing it will soon be over and the next will begin. There is very little that can take me from the trance of the water right now, the bliss I get from the cold. There is hardly anything that makes me stop and think, this is not beautiful.