As the sun rises and sets, we journey together. We journey through life’s joys and sorrows, through life’s peaks and valleys, separate yet together, we follow our paths. Our paths have met. We share nature’s beauty. We share eight thousand sunsets. What a joy it is!
David B. Rice
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As the sun rises and sets, we journey together. We journey through life’s joys and sorrows, through life’s peaks and valleys, separate yet together, we follow our paths. Our paths have met. We share nature’s beauty. We share eight thousand sunsets. What a joy it is!
David B. Rice
Warmth caresses my soul through speckled shadows upon crystal waters. Silence reaches out to me as a gift from one who knows. Pine fresh visions guide me in directions yet to be discovered, as clouds of wispy textures float overhead. These are the pleasures of kayak summers.
Listen to the quiet tone of paddles stroking cool, clear, depths, as the swirl of gentle breezes soothe the haunting call of the loon. Ripples on rocky shores glisten, keeping time as they rise and fall in ancient rhythms. Choose to join nature’s symphony, with a genuine respect for all of its instruments, and rejoice in the subtle melodies of the canoe song.
Give thanks to those who direct you towards the light. Their strength and wisdom shape you in ways unknown to you now, but will come clear as you face the leeward wind.
Breaking waves caress the inhabitants of distant shores in hypnotic rhythms. Pebbles glisten and turn, becoming one with the smooth and rippled sand beneath them. A lone Pine clings to all that supports it, and life continues on Huron’s shores.