Thursday, June 26, 2008

Fine Times

fallen sycamore leaves

Summer evenings, when the sun has fallen low in the sky, my son and I often go swimming. It's a moment in life when I feel close to whole. There's joy in playing with my son, and peace in the experience of cool water and easy movement.

And yet, knowing these things, I'm almost always surprised by the lift our end-of-day play-time gives me.