there's this place i went to a few years back,
a couple or six hours up the coast.
the lake about eight hundred meters wide, a small dirt path all the way around, with little trails going off into the thickening
treeline.
a dock, and on the exact opposite side, a
huge tree overhanging the water to climb on and sit to ponder for a bit, or dive off.
the lake is full of mud, so soft and cool it feels like velvet slipping through your fingers.
all the tiny particles, i suppose. much finer than sand.
the water has very cold bits, and very warm bits.
you find a
warm current and follow it around.
then dive down as far as you can to get a handful of nice silky mud to
smear on your arms for no reason.
then sit on the bank wrapped up in towels and if you're lucky a person.
watch the trees do their
silent calm tree dance,
then watch the sunset.
all
red and purple and orange on the
scattered clouds.
then cook some food and eat.
then
swim again, and warm up quickly.
then watch the stars for a bit.
snuggle on a blanket on the little dock, or just stand
coatily if you're alone.
then walk back to your tent and
strip naked, then quickly
squirm under the blankets and get warm.
slowly drift off to sleep
watching the dying fire flicker against the tent walls.