I was already on my way when the <br />sun peeked through the trees on the horizon. <br />The pale gray mist hovered just above the <br />river. The only sounds came from the dip <br />of my paddle and little ripples of <br />water skirting around the tops of moss <br />covered rocks. Nothing else can make <br />me feel like this. I hear that familiar rush ahead <br />but here is only me and the water <br />and the sun meandering over trees.<br /><br />Jesse Maizlish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-in-the-adirondacks/
