Finally!

After a month off the water (and most other exercise) recovering from a respiratory virus, I finally got back into the kayak yesterday. What a relief! With March 1 temperature hovering near 70 degrees F, how could I resist? Got off work early and grabbed my paddle before any sedentary instincts could take over. It's hard to describe adequately how absolutely beautiful water can be. Changeable, colorful, hypnotic, reflective. Being this close to the stuff, while gliding along, is a treat. And the rhythmic noises of the paddle combined with the sensation of floating and bobbing has that womb-return quality to it, too. How can you beat that?