I am floating along the Running River as if I were the many pink
apple blossoms that fall into the water from the over hanging trees. I am
breathing in the cold arctic air as if I am standing on the enchanting
Misty Mountains. I am eating in the beauty of the lovely Hobbit's Shire as
if I am as hungry as the large Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur at young Bilbo's
hole many years ago. I am warm and comfortable as if I were the giant Smaug
lying on my treasure, long before a courageous fellowship slayed me. I am
strong and willing as if I am the unstoppable Frodo Baggins befriending
men, elves, wizards and dwarfs to save Middle Earth. I am powerful as if I
am Gandolf, the White Wizard, riding his majestic Albino-looking steed. I
am Arwen, the Princess of Rivendell.
