What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken?
On the stone terrace of a lock keeper’s cottage on the Canal du Midi, an old man pours a glass of pastis and waits. His son has not sat at this table in twenty-three years. Tonight, he has returned with a form and a question. What follows is a passage through forty-five years of silence, nine thousand vessels, and one decision made in the last of the light. A man who put a river through a door must open the gate. Level water is the whole of the craft. Patience is the whole of the heart. Pull up a chair.
Read the original post.
Bob Lynn | © 2026 Vox Meditantis. All rights reserved.
Vox Meditantis 
Leave a comment