Just another paddle Monday

It has over a month since I have paddled my precious. I really have to try to not let that happen again.

I got out for a bit on the Sammamish River on Monday, and it all came back to me. The gliding. The silence. The privilege of seeing nature from the water, a way fewer see it. The way time slows down and makes the idea of being in a hurry seem so trivial.

Clear the mind in seven miles; no waiting.