Pretty sure there are few better ways to spend Canada Day… Than this.
On the water, on the shore, in a kayak.
maybe i could break clean, yeah, maybe i could break clean
when i’m on your shore again, i can fear the ocean
i can feel your open arms, like pure emotion
i’m finally free again, like my own explosion
when i’m on your shore again […]
well, it’s an abstract thought,
but i’ve been thinking nonstop
bout the fact that my body’s made most out of raindrops…
with a saltwater heart,
oh maybe i could wash clean… all my landlocked dreams
yeah, maybe i could believe.
saltwater heart, switchfoot
Moments of peace, calm, before what is proving to launch into a hectic week. Even if on the freshwater, not the saltwater.
This beautiful country.
And the freedom that I have to allow me this chaotic, beautiful life.
A call to be still.