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Five days in, the expedition was not progressing well. We hadn’t expected to face the rising tides so far upriver. I was exhausted. My sister and her boyfriend had crashed in the tent. The moonless night was perfectly still and clear. I untied my canoe and glided effortlessly towards the middle of the river. The surface was smooth and flat, like a mirror. I could see the reflection of a million stars in the water. I laid down in my boat and looked up. A deep sense of well-being enveloped my body. I was floating amongst the stars. | ||
-Yannick |
It reminds me of the word “peaceful” because there you are, alone but with the whole world at your touch.
Thank you for reminding me of a million perfect summers, a million reasons more of why I love the world. We are, indeed, floating amongst the stars.
“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past” – f. scott fitzgerald (the great gatsby)
J’adore celle-là, c’est une de mes préférées. Et la photo est magnifique.