The water was soft as silk as it moved past her.
She stood knee deep in pure amazement.
No memory came forth of any creek, river or ocean ever feeling this way.
Was it the freshly fallen rain?
Did nature always celebrate change with such beauty?
Hidden in the woods, the moment answered.
Water gurgled flowing over rocks and on its way.
It was a happy sound, consistent and content.
Words paint pictures.
But no picture compares to the feeling of silk flowing past as she stood in the creek.