Drift

Summer and the day drifts and shifts away. Like clouds. Shape of a rooster or whale. Shaded patterns along grasses. Branches that bend against sky. Or leaves. Dappled.  There are shouts of a man and the bark of a dog.  Voice of an owl calling,  in an evening,  as the day slips, as you study…

Fire

The plume rises before us.  White and billowy.  We watch from across the valley. Then walk back to our camp by the lake.  The beautiful alpine lake snug against steep cliffs – where remnants of snow cling to rocks on the far side. It is the place we pick to monitor the fire’s behavior.  To…

Hard to Beat a Sunny Day

It’s hard to beat a sunny day there at the river’s edge. Like the day  we run upstream with inner tubes, scrambling over rocks and logs  as the dog chases and barks. It’s all easy then – this living. Terrific,  people say when they come and see the mountain and  water and  sand and the small…

Bears

A girl picked berries in a meadow. We could see her off in the distance as we stood on our ridge. The hills of heaven, we thought, and other such things, as she moved slowly through the green. In another place we walked along a river. Cottonwoods grew wide and tall and spread branches across grassy fields.  We thought to…

Campfire Stories

One summer evening, after the sailboat is anchored and the campfire lit, they watch the beam from the lighthouse at the end of the pier. They sit on the beach near the fire, the girl and her siblings, all five of them and her mother with curled brown hair and the father too. They put marshmallows and…

The End of Summer

The day is hot. Hot, and I’m  exhausted and sluggish and full of effort from the heat. So sluggish I say,  lets drive to the river.   All summer long I’ve insisted on walking or biking, even carrying inner tubes and life vests and water and food and shoes and towels and pulling dogs on leashes.  Now I…

Summer

These days are golden. Or that’s what I tell myself as we head to the river. It’s what I told myself in June or May even, before school was out, the day we drive down to the bay to buy oysters. The day we sit in sunshine and eat cinnamon rolls in the afternoon for…