Sisters

Its was a lovely warm day by the lake in Queenstown. The sun turned the water into a million tiny prisms.

Today I miss the sparkling blue lake.



Near the docks these steps lead all the way into the water.



So clear you can see the ducks dive to the bottom.



In the park behind us someone plays the guitar and sings softly.

We sit and watch the boats come in.



A family enjoys a walk around the lake. I think they are headed to the farmers market and craft fair nearby.



But the girls take a moment to dip their feet in the water.



They sit close together, each in her sundress and shoulder-length hair.



We watch the ducks look for food as we soak up the sun.



They sit and softly splash, watching the water trickle off their toes.



I'm too far away to hear them. Occasionally they huddle and I catch a faint giggle.



But mostly they just sit.

What secrets are they sharing?



I wonder if they will remember this day?

I will.