
Floating on a world of darkness at the dawn of a new day.
Losing yourself in thoughts of hunger and what the day will bring.
What is it that seeks to interrupt you in your search for peace?

Floating on a world of darkness at the dawn of a new day.
Losing yourself in thoughts of hunger and what the day will bring.
What is it that seeks to interrupt you in your search for peace?

A grey cold Winter morning on the river, rain begins to fall.
Swimming with the river current, to a small island refuge.
Stopping to rest for awhile, to eat your morning meal in peace.

A cold overcast morning on the only lake you have known.
Your first Autumn is fading as a deeper cold approaches.
You sense this cold is different, and feel the need to prepare.

Grey Autumn morning and you’re ignoring the coming Winter.
The air is colder than yesterday and sense Fall is dying.
You prepare the best way you know how: build a shelter and eat!

Noisily eating on shore: do not hurry, do not dawdle.
Listening for danger, but what are those growls and smacking sounds?
Wait: listen to hear them again, there are no sounds it was you.