Yesterday, a whole gang of us (pup included) piled onto a giant, square wooden raft and brought along drinks, snacks, and towels. While splashing around the lake and soaking in the sun’s warmth, a fishing boat slowly motored alongside us.
"Look at you guys…livin’ the dream!" the fisherman called out.
I glanced at myself: swimsuit, wild freckles, tousled air-dried hair, dirty feet, beer in hand. Then I looked at the faces and spaces surrounding. My eyes were briefly lost in the looming sapphire sky.
I felt his statement to be true. I need very little to feel lucky.
Being with family that I love so deeply in a place that surges energy into my soul…well, dream is an understatement. This is a beautiful, ethereal reality.