Tuesday, July 7, 2009
This morning I got up and planned to head to the lake unnoticed to read and to look. The daughter got up but I went down anyway. It was a little windy, appropriately, and only a little bit cold, but it was the type of cold where you can deal with it and not just tolerate it. You can enjoy it. I can enjoy it too.
I read with my back against a hard wood ledge on a dock-like concoction that overlooks the lake, legs crossed, leaning on an umbrellaless umbrella pole. I sat and read for quite a while, and then the daughter and later her grandpa came down to join. She came for cereal and for reads too. The grandpa recently filled traveller mug was filled with coffee that was brewed before he woke up this morning, and I could smell the mug's rich contents from a few steps away, through the slit in it. He was shirtless, he's always shirtless, debating a Tuesday morning swim. The temperature of the water has dropped significantly overnight, so he decided against his spur of the moment idea.