A Haze in the Night

I was an adolescent again, but burdened by family, nonetheless. In the dark night I fled, chased by a fat lady. I hopped into a canoe and paddled with all my might, and thus eluded her. I followed the river for days on end paddling downstream. I slept in the trees at night to be higher than the grizzlies that had been fighting over spawning salmon earlier in the day. I had had to beat my way through the bears earlier. Nothing but brawn and bravery got me through those rough times. Whenever I was lonely a baby in a car seat could be seen strapped in the front of the canoe. Otherwise it was empty and I could enjoy the beauty of the mountainous terrain with nary a worry as I coasted along. Lonely once again the end of the river safely deposited me home again.

Nothing is left of the journey but a vague hazy memory of the night(s) gone by.