Shielded Vision

<p>The pontoon boat drifts gently its wake barely disturbing the glassy surface of Brices Creek on the Trent River of New Bern NC. Morning light filters through the cypress casting long shadows that stretch like memory.Edward Jarvis sits at the helm not steering so much as listening-to the hush of the water the distant call of an egret the rhythm of a life that has finally slowed. He's not chasing anything now. Not market share notmedals not the next breakthrough. The urgency that oncedefined him softened into something quieter: a sense ofstewardship of legacy. The boat like the man is built forendurance-not speed. It carries stories not cargo.</p>