Faye and I went out for a paddle this morning and had a delightful time.
Currents flow, waves break, whitecaps come and go.
Turbulent flood water whirls, spins, and eddies.
On a mid-summer day, Lake Erie glitters.
The sight and sound of falling water is mesmerizing, soothing, calming, peaceful. It is easy, healthy, necessary, to lose oneself in the experience.
Rippling water, physically only a few inches deep, can be as deep as your mind and spirit allow it to be.