Spring Time Adventure

Spring rain was falling upon the steady stream.
With my paddle in my hand, I stroked deep into the murky water below.
The wind was gently blowing causing the rain drops to streak down my face, like tear drops of joy.
The spring air smelled of pomegranate and freshly planted tulips.
With a gust of wind daisy seeds flew freely past my face, much like a feather tickling me.
In the distance I could hear a woodpecker, tirelessly pecking away at his craft.
I came upon a swamp and my canoe got stuck in some mud.
As I freed myself from the clenches of the mud, I noticed the many mosquitos freely dancing and prancing upon the water almost as if I was the spectator of a ballet.
I continued on through the swamp until I reached a clearing.
The sun was slowly setting, casting a vibrant hue of orange and yellow and in the distance a fog was settling as the evening sky turned to nightfall.
The night sky was crystal clear and the stars were shinning ever so brightly.
The stars constellations tickled the night sky.
The water remained still and the wind had stopped.
I put my hand into the water and felt a chill go up and down my spine.
I found a camp site and set up my tent.
I got a fire going and relished its warmth.
The outside air had become cold and damp.
After having dinner, I laid awake in my tent for some time, listening intently to the world around me.
An ominous cry of a loon pierced the night, echoing in my years keeping me up for a while longer, until eventually I fell asleep into a deep sleep.
Eager the next morning I set out upon my canoe, uncertain of what might lie beyond the horizon.