Not quite August, but I thought I'd give you a glimpse . . .

Sitting: On the dock.

Time: 6:47 p.m.

Watching: Two amazingly fast jet skis racing across the lake; an eagle floating high above the water.

Hearing: the buzz of the jet skis, the slight splash of the water as it hits the rocks on the shore, the jingle-jangle of Brian’s lure as it comes out of the water, laughter from the kids on the party barge across the cove.

Smelling: Lake water, what else?

Tasting: wine on my tongue

Feeling: the softest of breezes on my sun-kissed skin

Perfect contentment? I think so.