River

A river has to keep moving… Never stopping to rest or take a simple break. If it stopped for even a second, it would get stuck; caught. Everything would change. In many ways I was like the river. As I sat staring at the inky waters I wondered, 'Do I ever tire of a life like this?' I chuckled softly. 'No. I guess I don't mind. Sure it could be troublesome never stopping without knowing your destination, but there's always something larger at the end.' I then turned from the rushing river because there was much work to be done.


Now Document Manager says that this chapter is 114 words, but I know for a fact that it is 100 (plus the title=101). I counted the number of words at least 20 times. Anyway, I do not own Harvest Moon and never will. ~scrambledlEtters