Back in the U.S., if I'm lucky I get to spend time on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. One habit handed down to me from my father (enhanced by jetlag) is getting out on the water soon after dawn. There is nothing quite like that stillness as the sun climbs over trees and light slants into the water illuminating the rocks and fish slipping by beneath you.
My father would go out in a canoe rigged for rowing. In his healthier years he'd skim across the skin of the lake and be out of sight in moments. In his later years it was possible to keep up or catch up as he tired, and sometimes it became necessary to actually pull up alongside the canoe and prop him up. But he loved being on that water, whatever his condition.
Over the weekend the weather was perfect for early morning kayaking. Out there with the loons, I thought of my father. He'd have savored every moment.
Besides early morning, I savored sunset at 9 p.m. (Kamakura's latest sunset is at 7 p.m).
The moonrise was also perfect.
And out on the water another morning...well, you never know what's going to ride by.
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These are great to see. Especially love the pontoon bike and the reminder that sunset here is nice and late. Once I get over jet lag I might see a sunset over all the sunrises I seem to be taking in.
ReplyDeleteAdam, definitely the best part of jetlag is the sunrises. Enjoy them while you're awake for them!
ReplyDeleteLovely! what a gorgeous experience (says the man who never gets beyond his front door). I envy your activity Holly, though in that beautiful environment even I would possibly be tempted.
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