I’ve not written…not because I didn’t want to, but mainly because life has been very busy lately. Busy, frustrating, and too much stuff swirling around in my head to think straight line enough for writing. Two weeks ago, things got out of hand. I abandoned all reasoning, loaded my kayak, and took me to the Little Sandy River to get away from the world. Escape is a wondrous thing. We’ve not had much rain this summer, so Sandy was very still (hardly any current at all) and muddy…like it always is. It was a beautiful, hot summer late afternoon – blue sky, dragonflies, butterflies, herons, ducks, turtles, and lots of fish – just me and my world with nary a single human soul to interrupt during the whole adventure. This time, cattle were standing in the river and laying in the shade of trees along the banks. They ignored me for the most part. Sometimes the silence clears the noise in my head. Sometimes, I get lost in the reflections on the water...it’s good.