The son’s strokes are inexperienced, the father whispers
instruction and the paddle digs deeply into the gin-clear waters. The child
smiles, as the kayak slides effortlessly across the glass calm lake. A
brilliant sun crests the horizon, igniting the morning sky. The man having seen
a thousand sunrises relishes in his child’s enjoyment of the exquisite sight.
Trout ripple, ospreys soar, a beaver tail slaps . . . the boy intently watches
in silent awe.
