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.