Nature Journal 8


On the Water
            The other day we went canoeing as a part of class. I have always loved canoeing, it has always been so peaceful and relaxing. You just glide gently over the smooth glass of the water and in that moment no other world exists. The entirety of the universe seems to shrink down onto your immediate location such that that one dot of the globe holds in it the vast, infiniteness of all existence. The paddle seems to cut through the water as if the hand of God was propelling the small boat forward, weaving through the eddies and overhanging limbs and flowing with the current. The sky was dark grey color, covered with clouds, as if the whole planet had been encompassed by some great woolen blanket. The threat of rain was ever present but never acted upon. The air itself was cool, though that does not do it justice. The air seemed cold, almost frozen in time, as if the air that was present was the only air that will ever reside in the space. There was a slight breeze as well, but it was different than the frozen air. The breeze seemed to be lighter and vibrant. It danced around the canoes causing the leaves to spiral upwards in a dazzling display and the water to ripple in mesmerizing patterns. It made the wild birds to fly and the ground creatures to find some hollowed log for protection. The trip seemed to be some beautiful dance of nature’s movement and stillness. It was there that we journeyed, between the chaos and the calm, the bright and the dull, and it was there I felt at peace.








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