On the Left of us in our 'something larger than small' boat....was a wall of cattails.
On the Right of us in our 'something smaller than large' boat.....was a wall of cattails.
Directly in front of us in our 'something wider than skinny' boat....was a wall of cattails (from where we sat).
Directly below us in our 'something more than shallow bottomed boat....was a stream, a creek, a depth of three feet...if even...
As long as we stayed in the center of the flow.
Away from the cattail edge.
Where the red wing blackbirds flew in and out.
Chattering at us.
Begging us.
To remove ourselves from their quiet little home.
We travelled for what seemed like miles,
but was no further than two large city blocks.
To find.
The Sky.
Even brighter blue.
with clouds even whiter white.
And quiet....peaceful...awesome.
Tranquility.
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