on the way
in these days of other mothers dying and the ache from too much work, there is the lake, little and spring fed. there is the family who shares the good fortune with open invitation and the reluctant bathing suit, avoided for decades, finally bought (all of 5 minutes spent picking it out, because at this age who cares anyway).
and the noodles. pink and green from dollar general.
it took substantial time to get in. this is not my element, swimming.
but noodling, oh noodling (!), with dearest family paddling along, the lake to be crossed, then shores to be trolled, dragonfly view with lips submerged, kicking, kicking, unhurried, wet, soothed, paradise found.
at last, paradise found.