Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad



thegambia stamp

Five days in, the expedition was not progressing well. We didn’t expect having to deal with the rising tide this far upriver. I was exhausted. My sister and her boyfriend had crashed in the tent. The moonless night was perfectly still and clear. I detached my canoe and effortlessly glided towards the middle of the river. The surface was smooth and flat, like a mirror. I could see the reflection of a million stars in the water. I laid down in my boat and looked up. A deep sense of well-being enveloped my body. I was floating amongst the stars.


There are 4 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: jazz

    It reminds me of the word “peaceful” because there you are, alone but with the whole world at your touch.

  2. comment number 2 by: patti

    Thank you for reminding me of a million perfect summers, a million reasons more of why I love the world. We are, indeed, floating amongst the stars.

  3. comment number 3 by: Jenn Kang

    “so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past” – f. scott fitzgerald (the great gatsby)

  4. comment number 4 by: Sarah

    J’adore celle-là, c’est une de mes préférées. Et la photo est magnifique.

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