Wish it had been me!

Wish it had been me! I was driving to work the other day and lo and behold here comes this guy all decked out with all his gear and his kayak stuff on top of his car. Man, I wish I was going was the thought that went through my head. He drove right past me with a smile on his face as I gave him the thumbs up out my window. He was headed somewhere. Definitely not going to work as he looked way too happy. He was probably driving up to some remote lake to take in all the fall colors. His kayak looked very nice and very expensive. He could have been a doctor or lawyer or someone with the time off. I felt a surge in my heart and a sudden urge to follow him. I wanted to go. Anywhere! Anywhere other than where I had to be. Darn, I really need to buy that dry suit. Wish I had an extra grand laying around. Oh yeah, like that's going to happen. My thoughts moved on to the streamline of the boat. She was beautiful, long, lean, kevlar, two toned with lime green. I suddenly wanted a new one, but mine was cool and anyway, I just bought it a few months ago. I felt the need to eat and suddenly recognized it as comfort food so I said no to the McDonalds as I drifted by. I knew I could never wait for spring to get back in the water. As I drove into the work parking lot I thought about maybe going to the library to see if any new kayak videos had come in. At least I could get in a quick visual before the end of the day. I looked up the term addicted in the dictionary. Yep, I had it. An addiction. An addiction to the water and a love of paddling. As if I didn't already know that. The only cure it seems is to go out and get in the water, but what if you can't? You just have to do the closest thing that you can do to counterfeit it. Videos, Movies, be a groupy at a kayak store, look for films in the paper. Whatever you can do. Of course, There is no known cure. Only a fever that burns within. Unquenchable fever. Molases. That's how work went that day. Slow, very very slow. When I got off work, I headed straight to the road to drive off all that excess frustration. I played the music really really loud. Nothing helped. I would just have to wait. Wait until spring. Some things are just worth waiting for and this is one of them. A certain familiar saddnes came over me. I had overcome that feeling before. I had done it last year. Of course, last year I longed for a boat. This year it's the water. Here I am in the middle of 9 lakes, surrounded by water and yet drowning in air. Lot's of space, just drowning. I will learn patience this time. Learn to wait and be silent. I went to the cubbord and grabbed my self a few chocolate chip cookies. Suddenly I felt much better. I opened up my Kayak magazine and started to read.