AS I AGE

I'm ancient, there's no way around it. My body aches all over, and my eyesight is dimming. My hiking and paddling days are over....but I still have my memory, a bit hazy at moments, but still there, allowing me to revisit places I've been, and places I've seen. Memories, so important.

Days, sometimes long, are passed doodling memories, much like being there making a sketch, and reliving moments long gone. No better way to pass the time than to let your mind wander, and paddle up a channel on a northern lake that you promised you'd revisit one day, but never had the time. 

It's meditation of a sort, doodling. There's no pressure to get it right, just push the pencil here and there, scribble a line, and make it come alive....if only in your mind.