FIELDNOTE OF FIRE AND WATER

Today, the lake gave us both.

Jack with his line in the water, jigging for sunfish.

Me with the fire, tending sausages, hot dogs, drums, and corn in their husks.

No fees could take this away.

No fences could contain it.

We found a table, a grill, a sky wide open— and made a meal that was more than food.

It was time. It was presence. It was ours.

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📸 Photos below: Jack fishing and feasting, the grill alive with corn and flame, the two of us under the shade, together.