It was a hot, sunny afternoon at UMWA Muhazi, but the breeze was quite invigorating. I was chilling on a hammock on the deck of the bar, overlooking the lake and turning the pages of a good book.
At some point, I put the book down, got off the hammock and walked down to the lake. A few moments later, I found myself in a kayak.
One stroke at a time, I paddled across the gentle waves, switching sides from time to time. The lake was calm. There were no other boats in the vicinity. For a moment, I felt like I had the entire lake to myself.
I didn't paddle very far. In fact, I didn't do much paddling at all. It was a relaxed outing, and I was in no hurry to get anywhere.
After a while, I stopped paddling altogether and let the kayak drift with the gentle breeze. I sat there and listened. There was the soft rustle of the wind, the gentle sound of the waves, birds calling from the banks, and ducks going about their business.
It was the sound of the lake.
Unlike my previous kayaking experiences, this one wasn't vigorous. I simply enjoyed being on the water.
And sometimes, that is more than enough.