The Creek Below the Trees

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Birds and insects chirp in the late afternoon heat blending into the sounds of babbling water and rustling leaves to create an orchestra of summer sound, with frogs warbling at the forefront.

Sunlight flickers over me, and I adjust my right arm over my eyes, shielding them from the sun.
Today is just as hot as every other day, but I'd decided to take extreme measures.

Floating half naked down a creek, a young man tries to escape the summer heat and find some kind of amusement in a land where summer never ends.

It seems he might not be as alone as he thought.

Because there's definitely someone watching... the question is, who is it?