I can see the shoreline. Almost there.
What if I don’t make it?
Just focus on paddling. Right stroke, left stroke, right stroke – splashing water.
Got to go.
Desert. Wasteland. Not a drop of water. Think. Focus. Dry. Desert. Cracks through brown crusty earth. Wilted flowers. High hot sun beating down on you. Dry lips. Dehydration.
No waterfall. Just a towering dry rock surrounded by dust.
WE’RE NOT GETTING ANY CLOSER!
Look, you can see the waves hitting the shore now, you’re getting so close.
Yes, I can, I can hear the waves. I CAN HEAR THE RUSHING WATER.
Hold it, marine
Wrong choice of words, soldier
I CAN’T HOLD IT!
Right stroke, left stroke, desert, wilted, dry.
WATERFALL, WAVES, MARINA
Whose in control?
MY MICTURITION REFLEX
Whose in control?!
ME, I hope
And what are we going to do about it?
Just keep paddling, JUST KEEP PADDLING
The conversation in my head as we near shore after a long paddle, after working hard to stay hydrated, is not always a pleasant one.