Almost time to ride some rapids!
Anxious for the whitewater kayaking season to begin. I've not had the motivation to don the dry suit to run rapids this Winter, despite some oddly warm temps this season. The water is still cold. Very cold. Parts still frozen. The Lake has been too angry to surf and dealing with sand in the kayak when the combined air/water temps are below 90 is just not fun.
All night I have slept by white water,
By the rapids all night I have slept,
The dew of the night settling above my face,
Just above;
The cold of the night a skin away from my skin.
All night I have slept, and the sky that wakes me
Is deluded by fog.
Barefoot in mist and in mystery,
I pad past the frozen engines,
Past the tents asleep in fog,
Past blurred sleepers in the fog of sleep.
Cold milk tumbles down my throat,
And white bread yields to saliva.