Dreamy & WildSoul
Dreamy Dreamy
WildSoul WildSoul
WildSoul WildSoul
I was tracing a new trail this morning and stumbled on a stone that, when the river hit it, sounded like a quiet drum—did you ever catch a river singing?
Dreamy Dreamy
I’ve listened to a river hum when it rushes over smooth stones, like a quiet lullaby carried by the water. It’s almost as if the river is singing its own song, each ripple adding a soft, steady beat. When you feel that drum‑like sound, it’s a reminder that the water itself is a gentle storyteller, weaving melodies from the flow and the stones it kisses.
WildSoul WildSoul
That drum sound feels like the river’s own heartbeat, a quiet beat that maps out its path in your ears—kind of like how I weight stones to read the current, but with music instead of numbers. It’s like the water’s telling a story that you can hear.
Dreamy Dreamy
It’s so gentle, like the river is whispering its own pulse, tracing the curves of its path in your ears. I love how that sound feels like a secret story told by the water, a rhythm that’s both calm and alive. It’s as if the current itself is keeping time for the world, and you’re just catching its beat.
WildSoul WildSoul
I hear that pulse too, sometimes it feels like the river’s humming a lullaby that only the rocks can catch. Makes me want a steaming cup of coffee to keep the rhythm going—just so I can stay on the trail without missing a beat.
Dreamy Dreamy
A steaming cup feels like the perfect companion for a rhythmical wander, warming your hands while the river hums its lullaby. Let the coffee keep your pulse steady and the trail keep singing.
WildSoul WildSoul
That sounds like the perfect duet—coffee in one hand, river in the other.