The Wednesday After Father's Day

On the trail with Paul G I was glad for effortless moments 

 Of being the people we have become, without judgement, or at least none that I noticed. 

 Overcast, fluid, quiet with conversation, enlightening, 

small fish and one big fish in the shallows, 

This will not last, it will fall to what is now known as the past to us. Our dragonfly while calm and perfect had lost his spark. But yet, he hangs on to impart something maybe lasting if the circumstances are good and if we are looking and ready.