all it takes is one moment
After heat of the day, a fatigue that lasts from noon to six, i can work again. trench digging and some time in the garden takes me to the lake. the evening means cooler waters, and less people, and as i make my way down the trail i take particular pleasure in the noise made by cowboy, my four legged associate, as he's the only one making any noise. the horizon is tinted pink, from the giant setting sky furnace, the waters are as still as i've seen them, the ripples normally found on the surface have been transposed to the northern clouds. i dive in, the only being to break the stillness except the occasional fish, surfacing, or the occasional insect, landing, and surfacing see nothing but pink, on the water, in the sky. and the water washes away all the heat, and any of the anger or sadness i might have felt today. and so i kick around and appreciate my brief solitude, a few moments in a day. on shore again, ready to go, i reach into my pocket to find the stone that has been waiting for the right time to be skipped at the right place. so i send it out, towards the friend who has the other half, and it takes one long leap off the water, and lands, far from where i found found it, in its new home. and i go home. and it only takes one moment to realize some things.