I sit stirring up the murky river bed with my feet hanging from the log I sit on.
She sits elegantly clad in purple butterflies in a blue world known to us as a dress.
The heat over takes every inch of my body with a vice so strong that only a gentle glacier stream can break.
But a warning to those that seek this refreshment! As soon as you lift your cooled feet from the water’s grasp the heat will take your feet back as quickly as a hummingbird beats its wings.
She wades her feet through the slimy river bed. She flurries back to shore to change. Pondering comes upon her. Then an idea is struck! Put on the suit underneath her dress. She Succeeds! But with a minor hitch, after undoing her top button to loosen her dress her breast had become exposed when she was wiggling into the suit. She recovered with a jump around hiding her misfortune.
Next she trudges upriver and falls into the cooling river. The heat no longer has its’ grasp upon her even when she emerges out of the water. The river sticks to her, constantly covering her body in its cooling grasps. But only as long as she stays with the river, which might be forever.
She dances on the log so beautifully and gracefully talking about god and love with so much truth in her voice.
The water has chilled her breasts, making them perk.
The suit sticks to her body making every curve very apparent.
The sun peaks out from the clouds shining through the murk in the river letting us see the bed on which we walk.
We sit on a log.
Close, loved and warm.
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Submission Name: an observation of a joyous day.
