It led the way before me: cool, and dark an unending ribbon of night stretching to meet the horizon. Its waters had captured an image of heaven -- toying with its lights, setting the stars to dancing and making of the moon a disk of liquid silver. What fish gathered below, I wondered? what denizens of the mighty river to contemplate my evening ride? Yet the boat leapt on, quick prow slicing through the splashing black; my face catching the wind and those untamed waters, my soul.