Sounds

Running on crushed stone
With the wind hitting a nylon raincoat
While a drizzle lightly falls.

Swimming in seclusion
As bubbles escape tired lungs
Only to be refueled with quick gulps of air.

Hiking with a sniff happy companion
Under the clacking of tall trees
In the silence of a winter day.

Beautiful.

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