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Noticing November

Our boat motor switches off, and our wake laps shore with gentle slaps. Everyone takes a deeper breath. Sixty seconds of no-one-say-anything. Sound is the shushing of clear, cold water falling over rock, the rustle of leaves in the slight fall breeze. Jocassee’s deep waters reflect the luminous beauty like adoring green eyes, like our eyes drinking in the preciousness of the day. There’s a little shifting in the seats, a few quiet coughs, but no one speaks a word. We all get a full sixty seconds of just being here, now, in this corner of Jocassee that glows. No manmade gold leaf luster touches us deep down like these Jocassee Gorges mountainsides. Sixty seconds is up, we go back to talking, but Jocassee has worked her magic again. ~K