River Route 675

The water is calm, almost like glass.  The only sounds are the wildlife -- jumping mullet, croaking frogs, birds chirping...a woodpecker.  The air is moist, but cool, promising to lift the dew that has settled like a sheet on everything, waiting to wake up and pull off the covers.

No boats, no wave runners, no sound of humans.  Only in the far distance do I hear the faint barking of a dog.  This morning it is my river, my escape.  I drink my coffee and soak in my surroundings, take a deep breath and close my eyes.  The day is promising.

Welcome to river.

Good morning, Samson says with a stretch.