The serenity of the open water purifies my soul. Mechanically rowing, I am mesmerised by the properties of the water as it ripples, peaks and changes form with every pull.
Floating in a cove with my love, I canâ€™t help but watch his body flex and move as he maneuvers the oar, the kayak, the rocky shore.
We converse, relax and reconnect.
He pulls up beside me for a kiss.
We sit in intoxicating silence.
We row and float and row for hours, until the thought of having to row home sounds juuuuust too hard.
It doesnâ€™t take long to get back to our shore.
â€œOOOOONNN!!â€ calls my husband in his deep, tenor voice.
Off the deck and down the hill she runs, right on cue like itâ€™s the happiest moment of her entire life.
â€œMom and Dad!â€ she pants. â€œMOM and DAD!â€
I always talk for her.
Into the water she splashes for itâ€™s her favorite place in the world. The three of us float and row in the bay between the dock and Rocky Point; Juno swims in figure-eights around and between us, steering with her tail and snuffing the water from her nose as she nips and chases after the drips from the oars.
I sit back and take it in, closing my eyes to the sun; Iâ€™m still drunk from the ride and hearing the familiar sounds of laughter and play I exhale deeply and think this-
T Â H Â I Â S
is where I always want to be.