Saturday, 28 February 2009

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream...

This morning, I was out merrily rowing my little boat, on the quiet river.
The warming sunrise gave new hope and made the birds twitter away, ready for a new day's struggle to find food. I felt the rhythm from the rowing through every muscle and got into an automated, 'second breathing' which allowed me to forget about time and just...exist, as my vessel floated along. I was one with nature.

Then I woke up, removed my I-pod from my ears and climbed off the rowing-machine. Time for shower and a hearty breakfast.

Life is but a dream.

1 comment:

  1. Nice, it is amazing how we can drift off to other places and it can all seem so real!