The Paddler ezine Issue 41 Late Spring 2018 - Page 46

ThePaDDler 46 C L o S E T o h o M E by Mal Grey The mist swirls gently around me, as I float on water the colour of smoked glass. Moisture clings to my cold gunwhales, for the temperature is hovering just above freezing. Around me, the damp trees are filled with birdsong, as the world awakens to a new day. Ahead, a strange orange glow lines the horizon through the haze, as the sun brings its first warmth to the river. Gradually, the mist clears and the sunrise is revealed in all its glory. Sat, chilly, in my canoe, I am transfixed by the wonder of the natural world, and time passes at a different pace.