#67 (b) Slippery

Finishing work early, he bicycles to the cottage. The glossy surface of the water mirrors the cloud-laced sky. Skidding to a stop on the slippery dew covered grass, he jumped off his bike thinking; "perfect, I'm going kayaking today, it's too ideal to ignore!"

Changing clothes, gathering the essentials; full water bottle, camera, PFD, and paddle, he heads to the dock.

Avoiding the slippery wet moss, he carries the kayak into the water without mishap. Sliding into the cockpit, securing the spray skirt, he makes his first stroke with the paddle and his vessel slips effortlessly across the satiny surface.

Drifting downriver, catching glimpses of fish darting beneath the surface, he spies a crafty gibbous carp swimming through the depths under his boat. With his camera he captures the sky's reflexion in the river's looking glass surface.

Buoyant, warm, he slips into reverie, relaxing and slides down the slippery slope of forgetfulness; forgetting the cares of the world and bathing in summer's milieu.