Limited Water Enthusiast

I call myself a limited water enthusiast.

Not that I am enthusiastic about limited water or limiting water.

My enthusiasm for water, itself is limited,

to me at least, in interesting ways.

I love walking near the ocean, bayside or ocean side.

Sandbars for miles and sand dunes or frollicking or angry waves.

I don’t discriminate.

I love hiking along a lakeshore,

And even gazing at the small frog pond near my house.

I love the sound of the rush of the current of a raging river.

It can’t surprise you that I feel a special affinity with any babbling brook.

Anywhere, any old time.

Water!

I fear it in more ways than most.

To the point of embarrassment.

I don’t ride the rapids.

Paddle the canoe or act koo koo in a kayak or

Even cast a line from the shore.

I can be a passenger on a boat, preferably not too small and with a motor.

But I will never be your captain.

I swim as much as we can say a chicken flies.

If I needed to use a life jacket, I am fairly certain the life jacket would survive.

I have a better chance of walking on water.