But we both use our feet
to move the paddleboat.
It beats swimming, at
least on most days, I’d
say (as I am not a fan
of swimming, although
the sun is beating us
down). Where we are
I’ve no idea. Perhaps
a pond in Golden Gate
Park. Perhaps a puddle
in Peru. These have
been murky days. But
we keep using all four
of our feet to move the
paddleboat somewhat
swiftly over the mud,
or beside the ducks.
And we are sweating.
We might as well be
in the water, we’re
so drenched. But
there are big droopy
flowers dangling from
the intermittent trees.
It’s such a summer.
We’ve both appointments
early in the morning and
must rise by 6am, even
if we choose to hit snooze.
Separate appointments.
Nothing fun. There’s stuff
to do, things that must get
done by then, our various
assignments. But for now
we paddle with low morale.
