butterflies darted in and out of knee high grass. schools of masheer freckled the river with air bubbles. river terns and cormorants plucked breakfast out of the gurgling eddies. a lone fishing eagle, tan and white, jumped out of the sky and showed everyone else how it's done in style. a family of otters rolled in the sandy banks of a small island. stopping only to poke a curious whiskered snout at us. and then feet followed swimming trunks followed ribcage followed head followed perfectly poised hands into the still still black water.
oh yes. it's been a while.