...when in the course of a busy life, -for even here, living as close as can be to nature with the river right beneath my feet- even here days are only 24 hours and life is too short to accomplish and enjoy all of it. So when in the course of my quiet-busy life on the river I feel the boat rocking, or the rain on the roof at night - what a soothing sound- I know I'm alive and it feels good. I know I'm alive when I wake up and the first thing I see as I open my eyes is the river.I know I'm alive when I smell coffee. I also know I'm alive when those confusing things creep in, that people call feelings.
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