Magical Thinking

I have come to New Hampshire where I was born for a three week stint of writing and daily swimming in Lake Winnipesaukee. My mother was from the nearby town of Laconia and I have come to the lakes region of New Hampshire since early childhood. I am lucky to own a cabin on one of the islands on Winnipesaukee and currently a construction crew is rebuilding my two decks that offer a view of the Ossipee Mountains. The old decks were badly damaged by snow and ice and had come to resemble the latter scenes in the movie Titanic, though without the screaming passengers and the brass band.

As soon as I got here yesterday afternoon my guide dog Nira jumped into the lake. And after lugging the groceries and suitcases up to the house I followed her example. As I swam for the first time this summer a dragon fly came and settled on my head. I swam carefully with my noggin out of the water so as to protect him or her, though what a silly thought, as if a magical insect that resembles a WW I bi-plane and has changed little since the Jurassic period should need my sentimental help.

S.K.    

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