Rapid – a perfect day

Rapids

My take on the daily prompt: Rapid

Jules stared down river, at the big bend. Moving at a relaxing pace in the small kayak she admired the river. It was a perfect August afternoon. The summer sun warm on her face, the mountain water still and cold as her paddle cut crystal clear snow melt. Ducks swam in the shade of a weeping willow at the river’s edge. A summer breeze sang through the tree tops and danced with the slender aspens against an azure sky. The day was … perfect.

There, dead ahead, the bubbling, churning, white water of the Mandatory Thrashing Rapids.  Adrenaline coursing through her body, Jules took a deep breath.

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