The Kayak Slowly Bounced On The Waves

Gently, slowly, the kayak slid across the bay. My legs were braced against the interior of the boat as I moved along. Little waves bobbed me in the water like a dead stick. Paddle. Paddle. Rest. Paddle. Paddle. Rest. The water tasted salty as it splashed into my mouth. Beautiful white egrets glided along the sandy shore. Paddle. Paddle. I rotated the paddle a quarter of a turn with each stroke. Rest. My mind drifted to the beauty of the nature around me. The island in the far distance, the tree covered cliffs dropping into the bay, a seal that poked his head out of the water to watch my progress, the green of the rolling California hills in the springtime. All I needed to do was to watch the glitter of the water and stroke. Children laughed and ran on the beaches as we glided past them.

The Kayak Slowly Bounced On The Waves

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