Don't be fooled by the apparently
buoyant mood of this photo. Yes,
it was a beautiful day to float down
the river, treelined banks reflected
hypnotically in the gentle swells of
rubber raft and tube wakes, but an
air of impatience tightened the air
and the age-old confounding desire
to be somewhere other than here
deflated spirits as surely as a sharp
snag hiding just under the surface. |
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