Welcome to Driftweaver,
Where we guide you on a short,
Wonderful and relaxing journey.
A trip where we supply the sounds and you build its world around you.
So sit back and relax.
Take a few deep breaths.
And let your mind and body drift.
Today,
You are going to take your canoe to the river.
The canoe is already attached safely on top of your car.
And you have your bag packed for the day.
It's a beautiful summer's day.
A perfect day to take the canoe out.
You start the car and drive off toward the river.
You put down your window and let the warm air fill the car.
You know a special spot by the river that is always quiet.
It's a little tricky to get to,
But well worth the effort.
You park the car under the big oak tree,
Which you know will keep your car cool while you're gone.
Untie your canoe,
Take it off the roof rack.
Drag it carefully across the tall grass and into the cool,
Clear water.
You toss your bag in and step into the canoe.
After finding your balance,
You take the paddle and gently push yourself off the riverbank into the deeper water.
The river level is low and placid,
As it always is around this time of year.
So you paddle down and out into the middle of the wide river.
You have been here many times before,
And each time you are always struck by the sheer,
Natural beauty of this place.
The crystal clear water with its pebbly bed.
The huge green leaf trees hanging their canopies over the river's edge.
The large boulders sticking out from the surface catching the bits of driftwood as the river flows slowly and steadily.
The sound of crickets and bird songs around you while the ducks and dragonflies busy themselves around you as if you weren't even there.
The current is so slow that when you stop paddling,
You barely move.
It's now midday and you are hungry,
So you put the paddle down and let the river habits turn.
You search through your bag for the lunch you had prepared earlier.
As you are eating,
You notice all the little fish that are rushing past and under the canoe.
You toss the end of your bread to the ducks circling nearby as you reach for your flask.
You open the flask and pour yourself a large cup of hot coffee.
Grab your book from the bag.
You position yourself across the canoe so that your legs and feet dangle overboard and enter the cool water.
A welcome relief from the rising heat.
You lower your hat just a little to keep the sun away and then you take a long sip of coffee.
You hear the distant barking of a lonely dog somewhere,
But it does not bother you in the slightest.
You are completely and perfectly content with the world right now and your place within it.
You look at the book.
It's a book that you haven't seen or read in many years.
You find it while visiting your parents last weekend.
As you flick through the worn pages,
Something drops out onto the floor of the canoe.
You pick it up and a smile grows across your face.
It's an old polaroid picture of you with a friend that you haven't seen in a very long time.
You were at school together and were the best of friends.
And then you moved on and after a while you lost contact.
And then that was that.
You keep that smile as the memories flood back of all the joy and laughter you both shared.
You think about your friend for a while longer as you finish your coffee and make a mental note of getting in touch again when you get back.
As you place the photograph back into the book,
You notice dark clouds in the distance and the once gentle breeze has got that little bit stronger.
You decide to pack up your bag and paddle back to the car,
Hopefully in time before the rain comes.
You hear the distant rumbles of thunder as the light rain begins to fall and the sky becomes a lot darker now.
Tying your canoe back onto the riff rack,
The rain falls harder and harder.
You jump into the car just in time.
It's really coming down now.
You silently congratulate yourself on the timing of your decision to head back.
You sit in the car for a few more minutes.
You love the rain that's like this.
And especially the sound it makes when it hits the hard roof of the car.
The storm is directly overhead now and the sound of its rain and thunder make you feel even more alive and free.
You feel grateful for the day and this moment.
And you whisper a simple thank you to whoever should hear it.
You start the engine and make your way out from under the large oak tree and turn towards home.
You start the engine and make your way out from under the large oak tree and turn towards home.
You start the engine and make your way out from under the large oak tree and turn towards home.
You start the engine and make your way out from under the large oak tree and turn towards home.
