It’s a slow cast into the mildly choppy lake as the wind is quite present. It’s a little bushy on the water, but Noonie is reassured as long as we stay close to the shoreline, we will be fine. Our life jackets are on tight.
We paddle and paddle and paddle. While listening to the water wake against the canoe, specific drop, drop, drops fall off the paddle with every stroke.
I ask Noonie, “Are you happy?”
She takes a deep breath and says, “There’s no measure of this happiness.”
