I was already on my way when the br sun peeked through the trees on the horizon. br The pale gray mist hovered just above the br river. The only sounds came from the dip br of my paddle and little ripples of br water skirting around the tops of moss br covered rocks. Nothing else can make br me feel like this. I hear that familiar rush ahead br but here is only me and the water br and the sun meandering over trees.