Quiet morning on the river with a mild humid wind that makes the jacket I remember to bring feel good. I can hear a splash every now and then but never see the fish that made the noise. The waterfowl are starting to wake but mostly because we have disturbed them. Sorry guys. And faintly I hear the call of the rowers rowing. There is something so poetic about their rhythmic strokes. And that sun, oh that sun.
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