... mostly along the shore, Lilly at the bow.
The breeze had stilled and bass jumped at bugs flitting on the calm surface. “I love this sound,” I whispered from the stern seat over the whoosh and papery rustle of the canoe nosing through the water lilies.
Johanna Lawrence Wheeler, The Chick Palace
Three Dilemmas, Two friends and One Deserted Tree House
during a simmering summer on Lake Allamuchy