A five seven vessel man. Earlier I wrote of the seven cycles. And so I have seven boats. Three kayaks, one purchased, two given to me by Bob Jones. Two canoes, one purchased from Steve Williams, the other abandoned and found, Two boats, the V hull my father owned, purchasing from Dr ZT Johnson called Tiki and the jon boat, also from my father, once used in the pond at Crawfordville, used by Landon, my son.
Like the cycles, there was the time when at least once weekly I would take one out either at Alligator, Watertown, Ocean Pond or one of the rivers, Suwannee, Santa Fe, Itchetucknee. I do not know why all ceasing has taken place. I liken some of it to my loss of work, career and a sort of fifteen year drift.
Some perhaps to just slowing down after turning fifty and lacking the energy.
Nevertheless, the boats, like the bikes, do not understand why the neglect. Patiently they await the return.
My morning orison. To return.
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