Great post, LPH! I love to kayak-glide too, and contemplate the rocks under the surface and the reeds growing on the shore.
My favorite kayak moment was paddling out to the middle of a mirror-still Adirondack lake years ago during a very difficult time in my life. I paddled out there in the middle of nowhere on the still water with fog creeping over the surface. I just sat motionless in the kayak, soaking in the peacefulness. A loon surfaced near me and began to call, and a single feather came off him and floated over to me, like a gift. I cried for a long time there, partly feeling sad for myself, and partly crying at the beauty and spirituality of that moment. I felt hope and closure when I returned to the shore.



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