John good smelts always break up the crowd.....thanks  Pyrate
3 penny opera

The late afternoon clouds here are as dramatic in color
as I have seen in a long time;... the  purple thunder heads alone rise tens
of thousands of feet while large  puffy golden whites  sail by beyond  them

At days end ;Im tired but ready,
I stand on the fresh pine needle strewn beach  by the ponds edge
and survey the reflections and ripples the breeze is making.over the cool
water

Little Mary  who is just 3 has her suit on already; and she and the dog make
for the water .calling for  guess who ? ...Da-da .

 This is our swim hour ; as Im teaching her the rudiments to swim (doggie
paddle and breast stroke);
Mary has got her floaties on and is gliding by holding the dogs tail. Round
they round they go through the water lilly and cat tails barking . squealing
and calling for .guess who?....da-da.
With such a fan club; I cannot resist.
I quickly join them taking  the plunge;and  letting the cool immersion take
weight  of the day from tired shoulders

There is something about reflecting pools and transformation by and through
the water that affects me  .as I often seek it as a threapy. .

Now Im not one to know Gods plan ;nor do I have specific guidance about
worldly affairs ; and heck ,I can barely make all my bills  every month

but sometimes the little things are  the most sacred and meaningful to
 our very  existence; and they cost nothing...... but our presence.

Just as little Mary glided by  I hitched a ride . and  there we were on our
backs arm and arm , singing  silly duets  gliding  under the clouds and the
softly scented pines  of our pond  letting Thelma the big Airedale..... tow us by
her tail.

Water mirrors time into strange  sequence; what happend next I can't explain
we  were neither young or old;
Father  or daughter or family and  dog
Somewhere between  the  songs and the smiles and the tow  on this  hot
afternoon  in natures pond  I saw the 3 of us in a moment of  eternity.
.Gliding merrily in song .......In these times of  uncertainty ......I could
want for  nothing more. Michael

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