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Traveling on the river by canoe in ancient times

Lost in the ancient woods, I paddle my canoe through the winding river, the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds the only sounds accompanying me on this solo journey. The misty morning air wraps around me like a veil, shrouding the forest in mystery. As I glide through the tranquil waters, the trees seem to whisper secrets to each other, their ancient wisdom echoing in my mind. The stillness is almost palpable, and I feel the weight of history and nature's beauty bearing down upon me. The mist hasn’t decided to leave the water yet. There is a silence here that feels heavy, not empty. It’s the kind of quiet that existed before we started making so much noise, before maps were drawn in ink, when the world was just vast, green, and watching. Every time the paddle dips into the dark water, it feels like a conversation. Wood against water. The rhythm is the only clock I need. This canoe, carved from a single trunk, feels less like a vessel and more like a companion. It remembers the tree it used to be.

The forest on the banks is a high wall. I can feel eyes in the shadows—maybe a deer freezing as I drift by, or birds waiting for me to pass before they sing again. I am an intruder here, but the river tolerates me. It pulls me forward, gently, inevitably. There is no destination written down. In these times, you don't travel to arrive; you travel to survive, to seek, or simply to be. The sunlight is just starting to pierce through the canopy, turning the drifting particles of dust into gold. For a moment, I am not just a woman in a boat. I am part of the current. I am part of the silence. This is the only world that matters. The cold bite of the air, the smell of wet earth and pine resin, and the endless, winding path of the river. In the hush between bird calls and the soft slap of the hull, she moves like a single note sustained across a vast, green score. Morning light is thin and patient, slipping through leaf and fern to stitch silver onto the river’s skin. Mist unravels from the surface in slow bands, revealing moss-slick stones and a cedar trunk that has lain half-submerged for decades. Her silhouette is steady against that shifting backdrop: a figure wrapped in simple cloth, hair braided back, shoulders calm. A hidden inlet yields the taste of wild berries; a rocky shoal remembers the season when the river ran higher and took with it a length of woven rope. At times she lets the canoe drift, palms resting on the rim, eyes tracing the patterns of light. A kingfisher flashes—blue, abrupt—and the river gives up a ripple like a bit of laughter. There is no audience for this motion, no map pinned to the sky; her course is drawn by instinct and the faint memory of where daylight leans toward open water.

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