WATER by Carol Creswell

Water.

Bubbling, trickling, sprinkling, deluging, spraying, life giving water.

Waterfalls in Hawaii, blissfully remembered.

Azure blue lakes with waves lapping the shores in Michigan.

Thundering, tumbling rollers in the Atlantic Ocean in Florida.

Flavor and fragrance of summer remembered from my teen years on the shore of Saginaw Bay.

Dad, in the beach fire’s light, swigging whiskey and digging with an oar, shouting and singing, “YO OH HEAVE HO, vodka!”

He was laughing and calling it, “The Song of the Volga Boat man.”

Oh those golden days in a rented cabin with sis and mom and dad. He daily drove many miles, commuting to work each day back in the city, just so his family could have a vacation on the beach.

So many beach fires, so many picnics, so many boat rides and fishing and swimming in the cold bracing waters or sunning and broiling on the dock as the gulls wheeled and the jet skis whined.

Memories sustain me.