Out Paddling

Out PaddlingOut on the water, paddling with family and my best friend, taking in the beauty around us while trying to keep pace. The world feels still, the only sound our quiet strokes. As we glide home, the day settles into memorysimple, peaceful, and perfect.

even after the darkest nights

Under the bright lights of the premiere

yet his faint ambitions leave him unmoored

I miss the beauty in things I don’t yet understand

their bodies move as one—graceful

and the water holds onto every last bit of warmth before nightfall

The air hums with passion and grit as riders and spectators merge into the spectacle

as they carve a path forward

don’t reveal themselves until it’s too late

and perfect

There’s a raw honesty in this scene—life unfolding in its simplest

its stories woven into the wooden hulls and weathered ropes