By day three, I have stopped bringing a swimsuit to the jetty. There is no one there to care if I wear one or not. An emerald green frog sits half submerged in the sludge near the reeds,waiting for lunch. The dragonflies are delirious with sunlight. I count freckles on my shoulder in an exercise of patience.
The boom box in the cabin only finds one station on the FM band, country music with just a hint of static. A dragonfly gets caught in the spiderweb on the jetty ladder. You know you shouldn’t interfere but you cannot help it. The water smells like mulch on your skin.
I forget my phone and do not miss it.
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