“How’s the serenity?”
If you’re Australian and you didn’t think of this line when you saw the Weekly Photo Challenge for this week, well…. you’re just un-Australian. (We love to bandy that name about a bit too much in my opinion but I’ll still use it.)
Then again, if you didn’t think of that line, I’ll excuse you if it alternatively made you mad (again) that Joss Whedon’s masterpiece Firefly was cancelled after twelve episodes. The follow up movie – Serenity (what else?) – was little consolation.
Serenity for me, living in a household full of males, is anywhere they are not. The safest place is out on the river in the very early hours of the morning in a single scull. I particularly love the winter when the school crews have gone on hiatus and I can row in peace without looking over my shoulder every two minutes to avoid the boats full of hormonal teenagers.
And, setting out in the dark, I get to watch the sun rise over the water and to move gently and silently through the early morning mist.
Ah…. how’s the serenity?