Dawes Life Relaxation 3

You are quietly stepping* between the cold midnight trunks of Northeast Georgia's silent woods. An auric moon* softly illumines your path.* A distant murmur makes you stop and cock your ear* (shhhhhh...). You begin slowly jogging,* shoving* aside stray branches, and arrive only to balance* on the edge of a narrow precipice. Below, waterfalls fill* a cleft in the mountain's gentle swell. Moonlight reveals your brother and sister, gleefully splashing beneath a silvery cataract* ("Hello, Brother! Hello, Sister!"). You kick off your shoes,* scale a mossy outcrop,* and catapult* into the icy pool. You wade* to where your siblings are cavorting under the roaring waterfall. You splish and splash the cool phosphorescent liquid – first with your palms,* next with one arm,* and then with two arms.* Laughing, exhausted, and chilled to the bone, the three of you climb* the slick bank, grab* three colored towels off an overhanging branch – green, blue, and pink – and vigorously dry* each other's shivering shoulders.