#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Was it cooler today? I think not. Charlie had his very necessary hose bath in the yard after our walk and it cooled us both off. The coyote scat stink is gone and he is back in my good graces with a glistening clean coat. All day, I longed for my swim and promised to wait for my daughter to swim with her when she got off work. It was almost early evening, and so I walked to the pond by myself, without the dogs, to meet her under the blue-white sky, past the wetlands in the glowing light, and the cattails, being chased by mosquitos. Sinking into the pond water, it was like a warm purple bath as the sun dropped and the water glassed over, deep, deep blue. We swam around the island of the quiet time and the unruffled surface of the water. She has really become the passionate swimmer this summer. Now it is ours, this special bond of power and refreshment, peace and strength, mindful meditation, the rhythm of our strokes, the rhythm of mother and daughter growing in friendship, tightening our bond, caring deeply about this activity and how free and strong and peaceful it makes us feel together.
All photos and text ©Kelly DuMar 2018