And then, there she was. I couldn't resist.
Totally impracticable, of course... I can't carry her by myself, let alone lift her onto the car solo. Paddle solo? Haven't tried.
So I built her a rack against the fence, cover her in the winter, and take her out a couple times a summer. Not enough, to be sure. She deserves more. I need to remove the dark buildup on her sides, put a layer of spar varnish on her. Take her out again. Someday soon. Before the summer is over.
She's still beautiful, though, in her perch by the fence. The other day, I noticed how the shadows from the fence made a pattern of light and dark that was really quite striking. If the sun had just shown completely on her, the effect would have been impossible. The contrast made it work. The presence of darkness revealed the beauty of the light. As if they needed each other, darkness and light.
And so I think of the darkness that enters my world, and am grateful for it, because it reveals the light to me with so much more clarity.