Ebb and Flow
I’m at my in-laws’ place in Kingston for the weekend. I’m sitting next to the lake, furtively picking up someone’s very weak wireless signal, hoping I’ll be able to post this.
Earlier today, I put Cakes down for her nap and plugged her monitor in the outlet by the lake, installed in a tree by my ingenious father-in-law for our wedding a few years ago. I waded into the lake and struck out in the cool, rough water. I swam out about a hundred yards and noticed a sailboat, a couple of hundred yards away. It sailed along the water on a beam reach, the occupants struggling a little to control it in the strong wind. Enviously, I swam towards the boat, cutting through the waves, strongly, powerfully. But the boat just sailed further away. Conscious of the baby monitor, now completely out of earshot, I rolled over onto my back and let myself be carried in the opposite direction, towards the shore, towards the dear family beckoning back on land.
Towards the chocolate pie beckoning from its haven in the fridge.
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