My hair is wet, hanging with natural waves and dripping water.
My feet skim the surface of the lake and create a small ripple that fans into the green, eventually disappearing into the murk and beneath the dock.
I tap my fingers over the wood of the dock where I am sitting in a barely audible pattern.
My lips part into a blissful smile at the sight of the sun coming over the trees and reflecting against the cool depths of the lake.
The breeze caresses my body and reminds me of what it feels like to be hugged by someone who loves you, genuinely.
Blue overtakes the sky as clouds are driven away by sunlight and wind.
I feel relaxed. At home. Free.