Sunday morning. With a couple of hours to myself, I rented a kayak and took the short trail into the Four Mile Cove Ecological Preserve along the Caloosahatchee River. It's a tidal creek dominated by mangroves, black rush, and ferns. You see heron perched on the shore, odd-looking fish slipping through the water's dappled dream, flitting things.
I like kayaking these gulf coast backwaters, streams, and lagoons, sliding silently along. The pace is a focused drift. A bit of subtle paddling keeps you viscerally connected, relaxed but alert, to an invisible thread through the water, a meditation. There's a primordial stillness back here, a sense of enclosure. You're in their world.