|A contrasting scene on the Toronto waterfront last week.|
The paddler, on the other hand, skimmed the surface...effortlessly, leaving no wake or evidence of his passage.
The paying passengers, inside the "Hippo", sat tightly squeezed together. They could exercise no control. The schedule and route were out of their hands - they were, "along for the ride".
The paddler determined his own course and timings.
The passengers were a "captive" audience to the commentary of the driver.
The paddler was singing - the rhythm of his song, matching the cadence of his strokes.
So when you're pushing a bow wave and life seems like an uphill struggle...it may be time to get out of the "bus" and "exercise" some freedom with a little self-propelled movement. Or talk with a good friend.
Both may take a little courage. But both work every time - at least that's been my experience. I wonder if it's been yours?
OK, so I adjusted the "horizon" on the image...just a little, just for effect.