Canoeing Calm
I had the privilege of canoeing with my eldest son last night for about an hour.
The lake was calm. There was a slight breeze. It was about 6 pm. The light was reflecting off the water making it shimmer and shine. The cottages around the lake were coming to life with people arriving from the city. He was in a talkative mood, telling me how much he was enjoying his time at the cottage and making funny comments about the goings on around the lake. He is a good paddler although last night he was content to let me do most of the paddling while he observed and absorbed the experience.
There is a calm contented awe that is experienced while canoeing that is hard to replicate. Last night there was no place I would have rather been.
