A cut above the rest -- a blade of grass
I looked out over the water, watching the gentle ripples form over its surface. The day was so serene as it always was and this was the life that every blade of grass - like myself - deserves. The noise of chattering started to rise behind me, the crunching of gravel underneath became louder. I fell asleep.
I awoke the feeling of the soft rain that once pattered on the the dirt disappearing. Kids were running around, shivering from their encounter with the frosty river only moments before. Many of the kids were going the the warm-looking pool. An instructor gathered up everyone and brought them to a tent, out of my veiw from the dock. A few minutes later they all emerged and headed over to the life jacket and paddle racks. All of the kayaks were laid out appropriately and a few helpers were lifting them down to the dock and that's all I ever saw, after all, I am just a blade of grass without the ability to turn.
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