07/04/24

07/04/24

9:21pm

Evening cruise, we’re drinking gin and tonics. I’m looking out onto the undulating waves. Hues of the setting sky meld together on the soft swells of water as we move forward. The red and green light from the stern reflects in my eyes. Silver-lined mountains before us. The heat of the day has subsided. 

07/05/24

Midnight ride in the Whaler, about an hour down the lake from our home. The water is smooth like glass; the boat easily glides at full speed. The temperature fluctuates between the cool of the open air and warm pockets as we pass by bays. Stars just barely shine through the overcast sky. We pass by pitch-black islands. We say nothing to each other. I reach down to feel the water. We’re the only ones here. 

07/06/24

Estória De Você - Marisa

6:40pm 

An hour after being dropped off at the dock and continuing our play, we dry off so we can head up for dinner. The water is glittering in the sunlight. R remarks that this must be what it’s like to be a kid. Six of us sit at the dining table to play dice, three others in the kitchen prepping salad, one person is making cocktails of Mount Gay rum and tonic, and H is outside grilling chicken. Suddenly it starts pouring rain. H changes back into his swim trunks and continues undeterred. 

8:40pm

We pile into two separate cars and head to Windchill for ice cream. The sky has begun to clear; the leftover clouds have turned pink. The line stretches to the street. B, E and I discuss the made-up meaning of an acronym on the shirt of the man in line ahead of us. Six cones, two dishes, two flurries, one slushy.

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