ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
A light haze kissed the surface of the steamy water as we set sail that morning. Sea gulls hung in the air searching for their breakfast. It seemed too hot to venture out on the boat that morning, but it felt like the only relief from the summer heat. The wake licked the sides of our craft as it cut stealthily through the mist. The sun grew hotter and there was no break from the 103 degree temperatures. We made our way back to the dock and spent the rest of the day dangling our toes into the sultriness of the lake. In the meantime, we find respite in total emersion into those steamy waters.
Tomorrow is another day.