65 Riverine

One of the last summer days we'll spend on the river, I'm afraid. A couple nights from now temps are predicted in the 40s. Today, though, it was in the upper 80s, humid, strong sun warm on our bodies. And the boys on a newly discovered rope swing, learning how to be brave and let go now- no, now- over the swirling waters. You never swim in the same river twice, but how I wish you could somehow feel the sun on your face and smell the rich riverine scent of the Gunpowder at this particular elbow, with the rocks and the swing and the boys and me grabbing hold of summer one last time. Wish you were here.