6 AM on Indian lake in heavy fog. Total silence. As I rowed out and my dock receded into nothingness, I had the sensational of lightness, of floating weightless in some heavenly place. And how it is in our lives, this moving away from the old, letting go of the familiar and moving into the unknown with some trepidation. The only sound out here in the middle was the dipping of my oars as I sailed on. Eventually I saw shapes coming into focus, then the honking of a lonely goose. Things became more clear. I had made it to the other side.
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