lwood

So, no shit, there

dpaxson and I were, heavily jetlagged and lacking being hosted by the gracious and only-barely-pre-nuptial

evilwenchesinc alongside the Buffalo National River.

I pulled off my shoes and socks, making may way carefully over water-smoothed stones while the as-yet-affianced couple burbled happily about the stones, animals, and plants to their amiable officiant.

There were a couple small fish, minnow-or-similar, and I held that Good, sign of a healthy river.

I turned, listening to the conversation on land, joining in, then--

I felt tiny, darting touches on both my feet, as the first raindrops and snowflakes might feel on your upturned cheeks.

I looked down:

There they were, twenty minnows and more, darting into my feet, one by one, kissing them, nibbling--what? Skin flakes?--then darting away.

They tickled!

Under the sun in its cloudless sky, swept by a freshening breeze, with the benediction of the minnows, I threw back my head and laughed in helpless joy.

No-one else would take off their shoes--I was left to this singular moment by myself, this perfect, golden moment, with the kisses of minnows.

-- Lorrie