Sitting on the front porch, sketch pad in hand, the glider moved with minimal creaking.
6 a.m. and she was up watching the water brush the shores with a soft swishing sound.
It was always soothing to be out at the summer camp her sons let her use when she wanted to be alone.
But being alone was one of the last things she wanted right now. What she wanted were the strong hands of a man, one to rub the knot out of her shoulders and two, well for all selfish reasons. To help her cut firewood, she was feeling a chill and wanted a fire and waking him would just be rude, he got in late.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, and took in all the scents around her.
The deep woods mossy smell always made her feel refreshed and gave subtle remembrance of why she loved the lake so well.
Placing her sketchbook down, she picked up her morning coffee and walked down to the dock where she sat it on her table.
Looking around and dipping a foot into the lake it felt warmer than the morning air.
A grin spreading from the corner of her mouth, she slowly slipped out of her clothes and eased herself to the edge of the dock. It was going to be chilly, but refreshing.
He stood at the door of the cabin only in his khaki's, his coffee in hand. He had heard her get up from the bed, and try to be quiet while making coffee, something she wasn't very good at, but he never said anything to her.
Mist was still moving across the bay it was going to be a hot day but the morning chill was still in the air. He had started the woodstove and by the time she came in from the lake it would be warm enough to be comfortable.
She was at the end of the dock slipping her foot in and by pure surprise; she began to take her clothes off.
He watched as she slipped slowly into the water off the end of the dock.
Seeing her like this, he wanted her right then.
He grabbed a towel from the side bureau and made his way down to the beachfront.
By the time he had gotten to the end of the dock, she was starting up the rungs.
