The Sea of Galilee.
We were on a boat.
We'd been dancing- the Hava Nagila and other folk dances, twirling and laughing and holding hands and going in circles.
As we caught our breaths, they told us that the water is never that calm.
But I could think of at least one other time that it was. Peace. Be still.
And I could think of another group of people who crossed from one side of that Sea to the other.
And my breath was gone again, for a different reason.
(I have a feeling that many of my Israel moments will come out in this form…)
