Dthe perfect moment is just under 2000 revolutions per minute, the motor of the boat then turns strong and yet quiet enough that you can almost whisper and hear the birds singing on the bank. The sun rises quickly into a clear blue sky; It is seven in the morning.
Maybe they say something, but maybe they just have the same thought as so often in the past few days. The trip welded them together. Much faster than they thought it would. Behind them the waves are powerful, defined like tense muscles. They only break on the bank, but never on the water.
It’s the ideal speed, the ideal place, in the middle of the canal, right in the narrow channel that doesn’t touch the morning mist over the water on the starboard and port sides. It is where the land is so close and yet so far.