Water
It rushes and it moves, always knowing where to go. It can
take all sorts forms from fluid to solid and everything in between. Something
draws me to it, its beauty, its movement, its power. Life surrounds it, is immersed
in it, and fed by it.
As someone who interacts with it, you begin to know it and
understand it, to fear and respect it.
Everyone knows that you need it to survive, but it’s more
than that.
All the activities in
my life have revolved around it. From canoeing the Susquehanna river when I
would come back to Pennsylvania in the
summers of my youth, to surfing the waves of Wrightsville Beach in North Carolina, as an escape
during my early teens. The whitewater canoeing I did in the spring and summer, to
snowboarding on its frozen form both during my twenties. And now to fly fishing,
where I expect I will spend my free time for years to come.
It will always be there, and I will always go back to it.
