Fisher's Club

A roadside inn. Lakeside dive. Spiffed up. End of a summer day. And I suppose I should be smiling beneficently at the families playing near the shore, their plastic balls and splashes and chatter. But my eye pivots left to a couple; he is carrying her into the water. He's strong enough, and she is light enough to be carried. I see how she holds her own, hugging his neck, his chest steady as his arms. I have never seen such a careful dunk, half-dunk, as he gives her. That beautiful play he makes lifting her from the water. And I suppose I should be admiring the sunset, all purple and orange and rose now. Nice porch here, too. Yeah, great view. But I have never seen such a loving carrying as he gives her. Imagine being so light as to float above water in love.