What is it about water? Why is it that when you’re next to a large body of water, it all seems to slow down.
Take this weekend, for instance. After breakfast and coffee in Georgetown, I decided to walk down to the waterfront (I’d debated this as I finished my breakfast). I had a couple of things to take care of and thought maybe I should go take care of those things. But I didn’t. Instead I walked along the water, and then just stood for many moments looking out over the water, listening to some birds chirping periodically in the bushes next to me…it all sounds so very picturesque, doesn’t it?
Well it was. I kept thinking I really needed to head back home, but then I didn’t. I thought just a few more minutes, which turned into a few minutes more. And then a few minutes more.
I could never live in the desert. I think I’ll always have to have some sort of large body of water nearby. Just to have that option of going down there and clearing my head or enjoying my coffee on a cool, spring Sunday morning.
I have to say too that Sunday morning turned out to be beautiful, and I was surprised not to see many boats on the Potomac or even, for that matter, more people along the waterfront. I saw a few bicyclists and runners, but not as many as I would have thought. That’s okay; it worked out for my benefit.