The river path calls me, morning or evening. Sometimes both. Each visit different, yet familiar.
The river flows beside me, constant and calm. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow โ like my thoughts. But always moving forward.

Morning light sparkles on the water, bringing birdsong and fresh air. Evening shadows stretch across the trail, city sounds softening into water’s whisper.

I’ve worn my own trail here through all seasons. Through dawn mists and dusk shadows. The path knows my footsteps, and I know its every bend.
Walking here clears my mind better than any room could. Each visit, I find peace in the simple rhythm of steps by the flowing water.



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