Rare and perfect summer weather–sunny and 26 (79)–lured me to the beach with M & H. We waded in the water; we collected rocks, just a handful of small ones for me, a lot of medium size ones for H, and M dragged home a bag full of heavy stones. She had a vision: a series of inuksuks on her bureau. (It’s now in process–pictures to follow.)
We waded in Lake Ontario.
The girls collected “sea glass”: shards of polished glass in the lake bottom. H put hers in a green plastic tube she found. There were 119 of them. We had ice cream cones. It was peaceful there on a weekday. I didn’t feel any need to hurry up the girls, not even when the last ice cream cone lasted a very long time while I sat and waited in Baskin Robbins. Bags of lake stones rested on the table; I felt the patience that had rounded and smoothed them. Or maybe just sitting by the lake, even for an afternoon, could smooth my edges, too.