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The river stinks this morning, but not the usual steamy and rank smells for this time of year. Like the waves in the river, the odor wafts in. The stench seeps through my clothes and forces my nose to wrinkle in disgust. Just like yin and yang suggests, good equals bad in this situation; my surroundings make up for the fact that I can nearly taste the smell assaulting me. Sunlight heats my face and warms my fingers. The rays peeking from behind clouds and breaking over the horizon sends a signal to every living creature in the park. I hear bigger ones, the smaller ones I view through my camera in hopes of a decent macro shot. Birds awaken, the flutters of their wings shaking off the dew reach my ears. A loud expulsion of air from near the bank has me running; I have to catch the manatee, or hopefully dolphin, that produced that unmistakable sound. The wind dies down and stops whipping my hair about my face. A loud pounding resonates through me, quieting everything else for just a moment; the marine life has had a lot to deal with in this area lately. As if they recognize the sound, and indeed they must, the inhabitants of the park come alive again. The sun glints off the water and causes me to squint before I can turn around. I relax completely and just enjoy everything. Stinky days off have their perks.