The Arcadia II
Silently waiting in the crystal clear waters the sedate craft gently bobs against the jetty, safely moored and sheltered by the shore. Its own reflection seeming to keep her company while the clouds pass endlessly overhead bringing her in and out again of the warming sunshine, the thick forest trees whispering with secret breezes.
Under the glass like surface long green rushes sway and dance with invisible currents, the cool morning air hovers around the river keeping everything fresh and new.
