It sometimes seems like my life has been framed with the vignette of old spruce hanging over the river with a snow-capped mountain in the distance behind me.
In my mind, I am still using all of my strength and all of my skill; my lungs are pushing me as my shoulders pull.
I am a monster fighting to become the seamless and smooth on a ripple in the earth.
A fault line, a creek that offers me the best that I have to give.
The choice is mine, my lungs have filled with fresh cool spruce soaked ai.
Rukia Publishing Us One more breath: the memoir of a whitewater kayaker, paperback/martin murphy
