In the Creek
Sarah stood in the creek, watching the tadpoles swim, scurrying away every time she put her hand down to try and catch one.
The water flowed over her legs, soothing the scratch on her foot. Wearing flip flops in the wilderness had it’s downsides, but it also meant she didn’t have to worry about socks and close toed shoes after she got out of the water.
The sun beamed down, warming her shoulders and her beer.
The bank was soft, almost muddy. She walked to the shore, set down her drink, and lay down and watched the world, nothing and everything all at once.
Her shoulders started to sting with the heat of the sun. She knew she needed to go back to the campsite and reapply sunscreen.
But five more minutes never hurt anyone.