The feel of water splashing on his arm cooled him. He shifted the oar to the other hand and steered around the rocks and purposefully plunged towards the rapids. The canoe moved as part of him, guiding him down the strong currents, rushing towards adventure and…
‘Crap’, he thought. ‘If that isn’t the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written.’
‘Think… Love. How do you express love?’
He felt the snow crunching under his feet as he pulled himself up towards the goal. The clear sky around him and soft clouds above him lifted him up and kept his heart yearning to reach the top. Exhilarated, he plunged his pole into the ground and pulled himself up, eagerly anticipating more of the journey…
‘Oh man, I didn’t think it could get any worse.‘ He envisioned Jennifer’s face in his mind. The softness of her skin, the tenderness of her eyes, the long flowing red hair….
‘Focus! Gotta focus. Girls are supposed to like this stuff.’
He felt the sweat running down his face as he pushed on through the jungle, swinging his machete back and forth clearing the brush at an incredible speed. He had to reach her, had to save her and nothing and no one was going to stand in his way…
‘Forget it! This is stupid. She’ll die laughing when she reads this. Then she’ll share it with her friends, who will share it with her friends, then the guys will hear about it.’
‘Ugh, my head feels like its floating. My thoughts are flying around too much. My mind is up in the clouds. In the clouds? Hmmm… Gently, gently, I can do this…'