The way back was the same boat, the same blue seats and the same row of small red flags, but I noticed different things.
Going out, I watched the far side. Coming back, I watched the water just beside the hull, which barely moved. The lake was calm, and the boat barely rocked.
A return is the same line drawn in the other direction, and it never looks the same.
Notes for the road
- The flags hung still for most of the crossing and lifted only once.
- I counted the seats instead of the minutes.
- Nothing to add to the map. Everything to add to the notebook.