sun up, i put in,
lake is flat, breeze cool
the heat of the soon to be sweltering sun lifts steam off of the water
as i board my tiny vessel i like to imagine that the ripples she makes start the waves for the day
check the dry box; phone, wallet, keys, improvised map of shore
this is going to be a great day...
still flat
however the sun overhead
its rays shine to the floor of the lake bringing many creatures of the deep into my sight
the small fish, undoubtedly ailwive and smelt
some carp
the behemoth rocks and dock pilings make up their world, their towns and vilages
ahead i see the remnants of an old ship pier
funny that the area on hte shore should be known as pierport, rather literal naming
looking down the shafts of the seemingly ancient poles i cannot help but drum up a small amount of fear of the creatures of the abyss from books and movies
of all the times not to have my mask and snorkel
how perfect it would be to tie up to one of them and descend to its depths in search of fishing lures and other treasures discarded by mankind
by now the sun is starting to burn
wet shirt, lay it across my shoulders
it brings a much needed cooling,
its the closest thing that i will get to shade for another few hours
time to turn around and head south to the place where my journey began
tomorrown i must return to the daily hustle and bustle
