Kind of had one of those days myself. A soul day. A day when nothing I could do would make a difference to anything I might have been able to make a difference to in the first place. Not even that really, more of a spiritual, not religious, day to reflect. A paddle just seems sometimes to make things right. To allow the mind to drift like the waters on which I'm paddling. Clear the head, shake away my demons and cleanse some of the inside while just floating, drifting, dipping and rising in the breeze and the waves as I meandered today in time I guess. The sun was intense and the wind cool fair elements for a fine paddle. Thanks Cape Broyle!
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