Memories of a Summer Day

She holds her pose like a tree stands still in a forest. Captured in the moment, a click of the flash, laughing. Holding the paddle in her hands, a look of shocked amazement on her face, her hair dripping wet with a lakes worth of water.

"Good day for a swim," she says, pointing out the wetness of her clothes. "The water is warm."

She reaches back and tugs the bright blue kayak beside her, heavy now with its insides filled up with sloshing water. "Perhaps a little less confidence and a little more caution is called for," she confesses.

She banks the kayak on the sandbar, her feet happy to have reached dry land and sighs.

"Somewhere out there," she says pointing towards the middle of the lake, "one lucky fish is sporting a killer set of shades."