Morning.
The unrelenting chill of Minnesota,
slowly getting warmer
as the sun rises.
I see my mother’s uncomfortable smile
as my father breaks the peace and quiet
in an effort to capture the moment.
She prepares breakfast
to give them strength for the journey ahead,
both looking forward
to the day’s travels.
By car by canoe,
It does not matter.
What matters is the present;
sausage, eggs
and each other’s eager smile.
The freedom of camping,
the isolation from society
what a relaxing effect.
Having no reason to hurry
they savor the moment.
They have shown me the same moment,
taught me to enjoy the crisp cold,
taught me to drive and to paddle
and have taught me to love;
to love my family and to love my world.
-AM