The ghost like tendrils of the lingering mist
slip hypnotically across the waters surface.
The cool moisture laden morning air
softens all sounds giving a sense of closeness .
There is a cacophony of soothing sounds
that come from the action of the oars;
slipping into the water, applying force and retreating once more.
Droplets of water ring almost harmonically
as they combine once more with the stream.
The delicate hollow tones of the cavitating eddies
as the oar glides by submersed unseen.
The rattle and creak of the rusty oar locks
the seemingly random call of a distant Jay,
the joyous medley of barks from busy squirrels
all sounds to welcome the coming day.

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    I was trying to capture that feel of being on the water at sunrise alone.