Arrow Lake kraai

he was warm, a welcome relief from odd loners and jagged strangers. for this she looked upon him with some soft sense of fondness.

it is, isn't it? her eyes squinted some as she looked towards the sky. the sun wishing to warm her further and dry her of the water that clung to her still. she would bake further but that was okay. she could return to the lake when this was all done.

she wondered if it was rude to think he might be here to swim too. could he safely swim?

what brings you to the lake?

a safer question.