Floating down a river is one of the things that feed my
soul.
Water flowing beneath me, carrying me around the bend to the
next beautiful surprise of an eagle floating high in the sky or egret fishing
for lunch, and just the simple act of a leaf falling to the water and dancing
in the ripples excites me. 
All of my senses become so acutely aware that I can feel the tiny hairs on my sink wiggle in the breeze, hear a squirrel nibble on a found treat, and see sunshine turning into diamond sparkles on the jade green water.
There is just something magical about a river that is always
there and ever changing.
