One push against the cold slow water with the flat bladed paddle sends this sleek arrow head shaped boat zipping across the surface casting it’s shadow on the bottom of the lake like a low flying plane over a field. Noiselessly gliding towards nowhere in particular, the surface of the water rippling out in a V shape behind to mark your passage. The sun, now ready to find it’s home on the far side of the planet, your shadow becomes vague and mingles with weeds and rocks until it is no longer visible. Gliding to shore you beach the boat like a whale coming to rest on the sand and not knowing why. The paddle stowed you walk away and the boat waits to be wet yet again tomorrow.