Rowing is a sport for Dreamers. As long as you put in the work, you can own the dream. When the work stops, the dream disappears. - Unknown

The redhead stood against the fence, overlooking the expansive fjord. The rising sun sent pinks and oranges dancing across the sky, reflecting against crystal waves, shimmering like precious stones with every rise and fall of the small breaking waves. From her spot, the channel went on for miles and miles, the water stretching as far as the eye could see, winding along the banks of building dotted shores and blending into the hazy horizon line of distant mountains.