User blog comment:TehAnonymous/TehAnonymous AMA/@comment-27646383-20150120141125/@comment-1990160-20150120202909

passing through the mountains the trail crosses a brook you kneel down and hold your hand under as the flow slips through your fingers

standing on a beach as the sun sets you gaze upon the unceasing rhythm of the waves crashing upon the shores and you are reminded of your mortality

stumbling home caught in the rain without an umbrella you revel as the drops seem to wash away your sweat and tears clean like never befor