There's something about the tranquility of water. In any form. That soothes my soul.
I am convinced it has magical powers. Like the moon.
If you don't believe me just look at this picture. Taken last Sunday before dusk. On the back of our boat.
Tell me it doesn't move you in some way. If nothing else, ignite a tinge of jealousy that you weren't on the other side of the lens.
I don't think there is anyway I can escape the water (or moon)'s hold on my soul.
I'm not sure I want to.