Salutations

My eyes are closed but I can still see the sun.

It's early-ish, and Isobel and I are at the lake on the dock. She's doing some impromptu yoga and I was following along with my best sun salutations. At least, I was for a bit. Then I drifted into some self directed stretching, and now I'm lying face-down on my towel in the sun, focusing on the sound of the breeze moving across the water and the feeling of it slipping over my back.

I lift my head, peeling my cheek from the towel, so I can rotate and lay it back down. My neck's been super duper stiff so I'm trying to elongate my shoulders and see what kind of stretch I can get.

This. Feels. Amazing.

I... I could do this every day.

"Ready?"

It's taking me longer to respond than I'd have expected. Laying here, with the slight up-and-down motion from the choppy waves, just feels so damn good. I could maybe take a nap—

Before I can argue with myself anymore, I pop up.

It's time for a dip. The towels will be here when we get back, and sprawling out in the sun will feel that much better.

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Our Daily MAP Year Prompt
308/365

How much of a good thing do you let yourself enjoy?

onward.

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