There's a small clearwater getaway not a far boat ride from my village. We rode there today. There's something so utterly magical about the twists and turns of a long forgotten waterway. Ducks peer out from the brush. Moose gaze onward as you stride by. And the reflections of the trees on the water is inspiring. You'll never find anything more beautiful than the echo of a timber in a stream. The little alder branches reach out as if they want a hug from the wind. And the water below sings the same song back to them through their reflection. There's something about the way that everything connects here. The air connects to the trees in a soft sway. The trees connect to the water. The water connects to the land- marking it in little traces until it reaches the Bering Sea.
