I've never seen something like this before. It's shimmering, red and gold and orange and everything in between moving in ripples away from my bare feet as I dip them in. My toes run over the smooth rocks, small enough to pick up without having to lean in and grab them. I should be feeling sand here, in all reality given my location but I don't, seeing as I'm near the cliffside where all the rocks go tumbling down here, into the water, where the lake smooths them out until they are round and perfect.
I pick up a rock next to me- perfectly flat, a wonderful disc-like skipping rock and toss it across the water, watching it skip time after time after time before kerplunking out somewhere beyond my view. I'm too good at this.
A breeze runs over the lake, as breezes tend to do. I shiver. As though forced by some silent being a jacket is wrapped around my shoulders. It is black. Warm. I don't know the material. It is familiar. I would bury my nose in it to soak up the even more familiar scent beneath but its owner is now sitting right next to me, taking off his shoes and socks and dipping his feet in next to mine.
And for a while this is all that exists. This lake, these stones, this sunset, this jacket, and his feet in the water right next to mine.
Ren Tempess · Wed Mar 16, 2011 @ 04:01am · 0 Comments |