Last night. Beautiful warm evening. Sun nearing the horizon. Silence. My in my kayak.
45 minutes to myself on the lake. 35 minutes paddling, 10 minutes reading "Walden." (I took the book sealed in a ziploc bag and pulled it out while sitting in the middle of the water.) Thoreau reaches even deeper when you can imitate the environment about which he writes.
Perfect.
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Beautiful.
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