Lake Rodney the lake and my dreams

AW! maybe looking for some RHC folks!

 
the lake was warm. warmer than it had any right to be, and heathcliff was exactly where he belonged: halfway submerged, head tilted back on a smooth rock like it was carved for him by the gods, or whoever was watching, themselves.
his tail flicked lazily in the shallows. droplets glinted like stars across his flanks, catching the sun where the water beaded in the tufts of fur along his shoulders. he gave a long, satisfied sigh, tongue lolling as he squinted up at the sky.
if i die here, let it be known i died beautiful, he announced to no one in particular.
a frog croaked somewhere. that felt like agreement.
he kicked his hind leg in a lazy arc, stirring a swirl of sediment and darting minnows. his grin stretched wide. summer had always been his season. something about the heat, the ease of it. no need for wariness or deep thoughts. just sunshine, cool water, and the occasional snack (or admirer).