I really like to kayak because it has a great rhythm to it: right, left, right left right, left-hold, right ad infinitum. I like how the paddle is double bladed, balanced. I like the ease of cutting through the water, like a knife through butter, it feels so natural.
So I squiggled through the water like a doodle from a pencil, eventually ending up in the middle of the lake and looked around, I saw the panoramic view of the trees encircling the lake. Looking around in this fashion made me wonder where does it end and where does it begin? And in this same train of thought - are circles infinite? There's no visible start or stop.
I also thought about how kayaking is nice as no matter how many times you go out on the same body of water, that body of water will still be new and different. The wind changes, waves change, lily pad formations change, the sky is never quite the same either.
And looking at the sky made me think of Bob Ross and how he paints clouds and landscapes. He layers them, just like in nature. If you look at the sky on a good day you can see a multitude of different cloud layers; straight flat ones that span the entirety of the sky practically, then on top fluffy cumulus ones that move on top of the flat back drop behind them. Scenes are enacted as you watch, space battle cruisers approaching the front lines, dinosaur herds migrating to a new place to graze. Whatever your imagination comes up with. Isn't it amazing how these random floating bits of water come together to form familiar or exotic shapes then depart again? This is another type of infinity, yeah? breaking up then coming together on and on and on. A kind of symmetry that seems just right.
"Everywhere you go in life, well there you are" - Buckeroo Banzai
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