blueeeeeee mesaaaaaaa

it's sunny and clear and open and free. the sun glistens on the water and my mind dances with the waves. it's enough that all I have is this view and the kids playing on their own with a friend. just the sounds of happy and curious voices and lapping waves. the sky is big big big and this is all I want. a cool, almost fall-ish breeze and a few clouds just to tease me into thinking it might rain. and it might but it probably won't. and the wind is picking up and I could sit here for hours just counting the waves rolling in like sheep and feeling the  breeze run across my ears, and the wind keeps pushing the waves towards the shore, and the kids - the 3 musketeers - keep alternating between laughing and whining but mostly laughing and squealing with (as my friend Freya would say) 'peals' of joy, and I keep sitting here perched on this rock, taking it all in, wondering how long this peace is gonna last, and a big huge flat rock carried by the boy reminds me of moses' tablet of the big 10 except i'm not religious, I just have these little kernels of imagery emblazoned in my memory, and it's still the perfect temperature, not too hot, not too cold for goldilocks, but hot enough to make the cool breeze from the lake worth its long trip to me, but not so cold that I am driven away. perfect.