A walk to remember

I sit on a moss covered rock, dampened by the flowing stream frothing and gurgling all around and about me.  We drink the warm tea out of the green old flask that we never normally use and share the hastily made ham sandwiches with marmite (yes, a weird combination indeed). I look up at the sky and the drizzling rain drops fall on my face. Looking around I absorb the different shades of green, the rocks polished smooth by the flowing clear water, boulders rising jagged and proud from the depths of the stream . The rushing water makes that special kind of music that makes you want to close your eyes and listen for the rest of your life. Nature, flaunts her raw beauty in her own hidden territory unseen by the world. Being here makes me incredibly happy. Whoever thought sitting in the rain in the middle of a stream, amidst acres and acres of forest, with no cell phone reception would be so delightful?