After some unsavory errands in Provo, we hiked around and enjoyed some watersounds up the canyon. During the month of January, The sound and sight of running water gives hope, at least for me. What's up with that? Though I've not ever dug up much literature on seasonal affective disorder and the effect of river and ocean sounds, but it makes sense that in the midst of freezing temperatures and gray landscape, the sound of fluid movement brings a sense of hope for the future and that what we do will continue as long as we keep the determination of moving water in our minds.
I don't mean to be repetitive here, but that smile and person who's smiling makes me feel like continuing my efforts. A river nearby is like a cherry on top...
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