Mendocino, California - Life Floats By

Floating down the river started out slow and relaxing. I was with my boys, one on a  body-board, the older with nothing but flip-flops.

The river is slow and low. No more than hip deep. There are some gentle rapids where the water is squeezed together by the land but nothing to write home about.

We floated together down the cool waterway chatting as we went. "Hey, Dad. Look at me! I can jump off this big rock!" I would look up, nod with a grin and float on. "Daaaaaaad, wait!", and I didn't wait.



There will come a day soon when I will look back in regret. I'll wish I had waited to watch my young boys jump a hundred times trying hard to impress me. I might be in an empty house or on an ocean somewhere, remembering and longing.

I won't remember why I floated past my boys that day. They will be grown living for their own dreams and families. Watching them float on.



Stay Wilde!

-Erick Wilde

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