The Nile

Volume 5; Issue 1, Prose

Floating down the Nile, I could hear the waves hit the sides of the boat. The air was still, and warm, and calming. On the banks people working the fields would stop for a moment to look up and offer a friendly wave to us as we passed by. The fabric canopy over the lounge chairs shielded us from the sun, and yet drinking the hot tea was somehow refreshing. The stillness, the low din of the boat’s engines, and the gentle rock of the boat lulled me to sleep. It was such a welcomed event. Coming to Egypt with my friend Laurel was both the adventure of a lifetime and the opportunity to escape the heartache I’d been dealing with for months. It was a chance to get away from the grief that felt so consuming.

Upon waking, I felt a sense of relief, knowing that I could now let go.  The weight was slowly lifting, and it was freeing.  I was coming out of a dark hole into the sunshine again. In that moment, I started feeling alive and hopeful again as I watched the world pass by, my soul waking back up in the calm breeze, the sunshine upon my skin.

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