> Tell me a story so I can haz good emails to entertain me

Slowly, steadily the oars bit into the water's surface and carved long channels. Hands grasped, pulled, relaxed in rhythm with the boat's surging course through the water. The creaks from the oarlocks echoed over the still surface, punctuated by heavy breaths, over a continuo of the bow wave gently sliding along the sides of the boat. Daniel pulled in concert with his heartbeat, head down, absorbed in his exercise and his progress.

The bow slid onto the sand at the landing that was his destination, and he gave one more pull to lodge the boat firmly so he could step out, then he shipped the oars and carefully stood. Water rushed to fill his shoes as he stepped into the shallows to drag his small craft up onto the beach. He reached into the boat for his backback, then turned and headed for . . .

[got a meeting]