Summer is like a toddler, carefree and full of amazement, and short.
The bounty of stores begins as sown seeds have been realized.
Calm warmth brings gentle rain to the outside of a mint julep while a lazy dog pants out dreams of chasing cats as he enjoys his shadow blanket.
It’s warm breath blows kindly through the trees, rustling leaves and healing goose pimples of reemerging swimmers.
And in all this soul warming heat we visit the river. Cool water skimming over slippery rocks, keeping the trees at bay. This river runs by, whispering it’s mountain secrets to us, rejoicing it’s freedom from jailbroken ice. This river swirls around us in summer’s cradle as angels smile over us, envious of our wetness.
We laugh and float and explore. We share and love and give thanks for the grace that runs around us, through us. We are childlike in this summer, this river.
I can’t imagine a summer without a river, and the river whispers back that it was nice to hold us up for a while but he has to run. We finish our visit and let the moment give way to longing.
Smiling, summer helps us bid the river farewell. We skip down the forest trail, over roots, trying not to fall.