Just down from Bell Springs, hiking along the Florida Trail, you come to a dip in the path that leads down to the Suwannee. If you step gingerly over the Blue Moon beer bottle resting under the cypress knees, you come to a stop. It is there you meet the guardian of the flow. He determines your inner motive, your inspiration level, and decides whether you shall continue or not.
Often, if he is slumbering, you may slip past, but soon, one of his many kneed scouts sounds the alarm and the bank is called upon to impede your passage. Under foot, the mud becomes just slippery enough to cause you to determine, further advance is futile.
You turn and slink past the guardian, who slaps you upon your rear with one of his snarled branches as you smart your way back to the trail. Today you came with a lack of reverence for the flow. Next time you shall come in humility, laden with inspiration and admiration for the flow beyond the ever vigilant guardian.
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