Lake Superior

Blue sky, blue water, wooden boat, wine.

There are moments when a moment does not have defined boundaries.....

When the sound of water lapping on the boat, the dipping and dripping of the oars, the muscle movement of pulling, letting go, pulling...repetitive and meaningful...the shore getting closer with each stroke... when life is in sync. There are no issues, except how to hold on to this feeling.

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