Thursday, August 27, 2009

Saturday Morning

Silence settles on the the water in the morning light. We drift slowly , with our ships bow anchored firmly to the earth. As the sun moves slowly across my face, it's warmth waking me, and re-charging me for another day, I think about nothing other than what I see. People are still asleep in their watery craft, and nature has command of the morning. We are here to enjoy, and to participate, yet I feel we intrude on this beautiful landscape. As visually pleasing these ships look to me, floating on the glassy water, they are still somehow alien to the surrounding beauty of the land and water.

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