It was a little cold and blustery today, as if Autumn was whispering from the other room; not here yet, but promising she’d be arriving soon.
Isabelle and I went over to Karen’s to lounge in her lovely screened-in porch and soon Diane joined us, then Kevin, Eliza and Lulu. We drank tea and talked, watched the wind rippling across the lake and swishing through the trees. Wrapped up in a cozy blanket Karen had just finished crocheting, surrounded by friends and dogs and a beautiful view, I was extremely content.
Did I feel like swimming?
No, I did not.
But, when it was time to go home, instead of hopping into the car, I stripped off my comfy clothes, handed Eliza my bag of stuff to take back to our house, and jumped into the lake to swim home.
Unsurprisingly, it only took a second before my resistance melted away and I was so glad to be swimming. I took my time, marveling at my luck: to spend the day hanging out with fabulous people and then jump into a beautiful lake and swim home; what could be better than that?