The Sweetest Morning

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Both photos are from the other evening when the air was cooler, and we lingered to swim and splash.

How we wilt on these steamiest of days, like roses without water, hanging our heads in the thick air. But what a treat it is to romp in the forest and see the sun peeking with golden glances at us through the low foliage as it rises.

On the hottest days, we are up before daybreak, drink our iced water, and hit the trails; three nemophilists at play in the forest. The air, while humid, is not yet sticky. It feels like we are swimming through the coolness. This morning, our feet and paws had wings on them as we danced over spidery roots and raced over rolling hills by fading ferns which, like the river we were tracing, are so thirsty.

Along the Saco, a low cloud stretched like a ribbon over the cool waters. At times we passed through the cloud when it hugged the shore before the sun rose high enough to melt it. When we reached the meadow, I took my shirt off and felt boyish and happy. It…