This morning I was on the water again early, before the public program.
You never know what you'll get with the river.
Sometimes it is liquid glass, sometimes it's choppy, sometimes it's basically a landfill.
With big floating dead fish.
This morning it was smooth liquid glass and felt more like a lake than the river.
There isn't much time left to enjoy these mornings.
I will miss it.
Being out this early on the water is a particular kind of deep peace.
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