John and Matty removed their backpacks and sat down on the rocks next to the creek bed. Matty took a deep drink from her bottle of water and opened up an energy bar. She looked up toward the crest of the hill, the sun sending beams of light through the trees, illuminating the ferns near where they sat.
John looked over at his wife and followed her gaze. “Beautiful, isn’t it? It’s so lush, so bucolic.”
“Yes, it is,” Matty readily agreed. “And it’s more than that, John,. It’s tranquil, idyllic.”
“So incredibly serene,” John added. “It’s totally unspoiled. It’s nature undisturbed by humanity.”
Matty looked at her watch. “I hate to say it, John, but we’d better be heading back.”
“Right,” said John. They each tossed their empty water bottles and energy bar wrappers into the pristine creek and left.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
This, That, and the Other 
Sadly, we see this way too often…
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somewhere a Native American cries
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Indeed. Unfortunately, it’s all too common.
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What irony you created good sir….sad isn’t it.
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Yes, and way too common.
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Nice ending.
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Thanks.
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Good build up!
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Thank you.
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Oh, this rings so true
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Unfortunately, it does.
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