There’s a brook along the road on my drive home from work. I stopped there today, parked my car, and I walked out to the middle of the brook. You can do it if you’re very careful, and you select the stones that rise just above the shallow eight inches of the babbling brook.
I walked out to the middle, and I stopped. And I crouched down. A few feet away, the brook gets deeper, maybe three to four feet. And the rapids are moving quicker. The sound is intensified, so strong and so loud, you can’t even hear the cars passing on the highway just 40 yards away.
In two minutes it took me to leave my car, walking to the middle of this brook, I had been transported to another world. Far away from work and society, I feel like I’ve traveled to a distant land, deep into the woods. I’m remote, I’m away from everything. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful.
The river, racing near me, over the exposed stones, makes a music that is beautiful to my ears.
I decide to step into the water, and the coolness shoots up my spine, and I get goosebumps on the back of my legs. How refreshing! So I decide to reach down, and I removed a few loose rocks, and what did I discover? I discover a crustacean staring right back at me! What is it? It’s the East Coast Gray Crawfish.
I decided, “Why not?” So, I picked him up and I caught him. For the next two minutes, I caught three more, and I put them in a cup.
I had the cup in my hand, and what did I do? They looked delicious. But, instead, I decided to let them go.