When I was in high school I joined the rowing team. I'd pull myself from bed at 5am and drive with my friend down to the river and join the other girls in hefting our boat into the water. During our practice it would be silent except for the sound of our oars. We'd catch glimpses of determined joggers along the banks and one time I even saw a beaver. I always remember feeling cold, tired, but calm, content and alive at the same time. I miss that feeling.