Sanguine

A river of compassion runs through me. It washes away my anger. Not that I'm a super angry person, but I get angry occasionally. The river washes away any vestige of anger and rage. Not that I'm full of rage. I don't often get in rages. The river washes away my slightly cynical and sometimes pessimistic attitude. That's more like it. I take the opportunity as the river is washing away my cynicism and pessimism to soap up. I lather up and let the river clean me all over. Might as well, since the river is running through me. I'm left feeling optimistic and trustful. And clean, very clean. Thank you, river.