Golden Hour
Drabble | Melted honeycomb rays drip, sizzle, drip on sunbaked limbs. Our muscles ache from a day adrift.
Melted honeycomb rays drip, sizzle, drip on sunbaked limbs. Our muscles ache from a day adrift. Dodging debris. Scaling labyrinthine heights and leaping into pellucid depths. Tart blackberry smacking. Tangy pasta salad grins.
Our kayaks beached near humpbacked granite, we wade the gilded runoff, soaking oar blisters in glacial whorls. Laughing through lazy currents, we bob to the cusp of a rollicking sluice. Rapids hiss and babble. Churning. Slapping. We point our toes into amber sunspray, grappling with the frothing rush.
We are through! Breathless and goosebumped. Hips and tailbones bruised.
Once more! Once more!
Before this magic light fades.
