The sun shines, waves lift the canoe, our paddles gently stir the lily pads. We see the stillness of the Blue Heron on the shore, the diving Caspian Tern, the soaring (was it a bald eagle?) raptor beneath the white clouds.
We eat our lunch as the breeze brushes past, eastward bound, and the fishermen cast their lines from the shore.
Our schedule: be ready for a soccer game at 6pm. Hours to explore...
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