The whitenoise of the the river made me feel slightly dreamy all weekend. When it came time to make my heel flap, I had to stop working on my sock. I simply didn't have the focus or concentration anymore. All I wanted was to stare and sleep.
For dinner, we bar-be-qued corn and sweet potatoes and onions and peppers and salmon and Italian sausage and chicken. We gathered buttercups and phlox and wild irises for bouquets.
And don't ask me how I did it, but somehow, in the middle of it all, even amid the country desertion and the country roads, I managed to find yarn.
This was a nice trip, but part of me was really happy to be back in Brooklyn, even though I do love nature and water so much.