
Rowing through the Narrows during the day is beautiful, but at night it is magical. This night, the air is soft as velvet. We are on black water, in black rowboats with black oars under the black rise of mountains that surrounds the lake. "I love the dark," whispers my mother. As we glide through the water lilies, I trail my hand in the water trying to snatch the slimy stems.
| joel hawes v a asa mahan miano richard rohr | heather ewing yixin chen elizabeth a peck edited teunis g bergen |