swimming in late summer.

I woke up tangled - my body aching and my mind ached too. 

So I walked to the river. I bought coffee, and moved through the still, hot air - it smelled so sweet. Those breathless late summer days. I listened to birdsong, ducks and dogs in the distance as I looked for the right spot to sit and be. 

Balancing on a log as canoes floated past, distant voices and a train rumbling behind trees. The coffee was bitter and so was the cookie. 

I dipped my toe into the water. I sunk my whole body into the cool quiet, and my feet into the mud. All alone in the magic water, I was untangled. 

I was home. 

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