Sometimes “it’s good just to get out”, isn’t so much a cliche as it is an understatement.
Red-winged blackbirds in the reeds, the rocking of the boat, a few pike in the shallows and the warm sun peeking through the clouds. A four-legged navigator at the bow, the greening of the poplars, trumpeter swans doing fly bys and a few beer in the cooler.
That’s good medicine.
the borealist 
Amen to that . . .
Good medicine indeed. Better days ahead.
Here’s hoping brother.
I bet you’ve had the willies since November. Good way to wash em away, no doubt.