The day was hot. Very hot. Over 90 degrees in early June. And humid. Always humid. Too hot for doing much of anything. How did people live in this climate before airconditioning?
But, Daddy is a genius.
We put on swimsuits, grabbed some towels and water shoes, headed to the creek. Oh yes! This is what summer was made for.
The place was cool and green. The day was bliss.
sunpennies dancing on the water,
black dragonflies with one perfect stripe of irridescent turquoise,
a single butterfly with zebra stripes
the soothing rush of water over rocks,
birds singing their love songs from the branches over our heads,
Sloane shrieking as she jumped and splashed and laughed
the bounce of the bridge as we crossed,
the icy shock of the water,
the gentle kiss of a fish nibbling on toes