An exercise in imagery

I trudged uphill.

I tumbled downhill.

I meandered through the valley like a wilderness stream.

I frolicked in the meadow with the playfulness of a young lover in a personal product commercial.

I waltzed from blossom to blossom like a butterfly with gossamer wings.

I quenched my thirst by drinking nature's beauty like an alcoholic falling off the wagon in the neighborhood tavern.