No swing set is off limits.
No water too deep, or too cold,
to dip your toes.

A handful of wet sand
just to squish
and watch
dribble through your fingers.

I'd keep hunting all **** day
for a couple of perfect skipping stones.
Prodding and peering along
the well-trodden forest floor,
limbs and boughs and leaves all
rushing in the blustery day.



Catching your smiling eyes
with mine, frozen in time.