The sun beat down gently as we relaxed on the wooden deck of the old house that was one of many lining the water filled creek that emptied into a small lagoon that flowed into the bay before us.
We were laughing, the three of us, in no hurry to be anywhere or be anyone. We just were, dreamers on a dreamy day.
Behind me in the front yard off the deck Geoie busied herself puttering around in the garden or maybe she was hanging clothes on the line, I don’t know, but her voice drifted in and out, sing-songy and pleasantly calming.
The sky was cloudless and blue as a piece of silk from some far off land. My daughter Leigh sat on the porch leaning back running her fingers through the water and upon the rocky bank of the creek that rose up to the side of the house. The water was clear and slow running, the earth that lay beneath reddish-brown but the creek waters reflected the silky blue sky then turned to green upon entering the lagoon.
Before us the lagoon was filled with dinghies, a cotillion of lazy boaters rowing to and fro upon the glossy lake under golden sun.
As Leigh ran her hands on either side of her face pushing back her hair, her freckled white face radiated the blue of the sky and returned to porcelain… I could see she was just like her mother and for a moment appeared as so.
She had a book on pirates and we perused it together. I looked away towards the lagoon and back and noticed the book in the water floating.
‘Hey! Why did you toss the book in the creek?’
‘I didn't’
On further inspection the perceived pages took on the shape of Disney’s Captain Hook and as I reached down to pick it up found it to be now glider shaped with Hooks head forward, the back topside and his arms spread out like wings. His coat was copper and I felt compelled to toss it into the zephyr that blew across the lagoon.
It took off.
The three of us looked upon the quickly moving pirate aircraft that zipped swiftly above the water between the crews manning their dinghies in the peaceful lagoon.
We heartily laughed.
As it touched down upon the lagoon it suddenly sped off like a motorboat buzzing across the lake. I was amazed and turning back to my daughter I remarked, ‘hey I want that back’.
She smiled at me and as I thought about it in that moment, my daughter, Geoie’s lilting voice, the lagoon, the Captain Hook glider and the peaceful day filled with wonder, my vision suddenly fogged without into a cloudy white obscuration… I struggled to focus, to see the grandeur of that day of wonder when I found myself imminently staring, face immersed, at the outside of a pillow as I slowly awoke somewhat disconcerted from my dream yet still fondly deep in introspection.
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