Undo

There were moments on that canoe that elapsed as reflexes of disabled time…you think a little and smile alone…listen to the silence of the wind…look over at the green water and smile more…then we landed,  at an obscure point of volcanic rock stepping into the lake.  The ducks lazily flew away but the kingfishers stayed  on, on the shrubs.

"...my spirit moved upon the sea like wind,
which round some thymy cape will lag and hover,
though it can wake the still cloud, and
unbind the strength of the tempest; day was almost over.

…I stood upon a point of shattered stone
(water)...ebbing round me, and my bright abode before
me yawned-a chasm desert, and bare, and broad..."
                               The revolt of Islam-Shelley Percy

Leaving the boat brought a heap of silences, a blued-out Alf, a contemplative HFS, a lapping lake waiting for dusk.