Splashing in the Water

There is a small boy, thin with straight brown hair and freckles on his nose, who walks over the top of a hill. It is early in the morning, about 7:30 and the sun has recently risen. There is a touch of dew on the grass and spider strings glisten with drops.

Is it is slightly chilling but he can feel a warmth from the sun as gets higher in the sky. He doesn't have a destination. He is simply walking. In his pocket is a piece of string and he fiddles with it while walking along.

He is slightly tired from the early morning start but feels good to be out and breathing the fresh air. As he walks to the top of the hill, he can now see down the other side. There is a valley down below with a tiny pond

He runs down the hill. It feels like it takes ages until he gets to the pond. Someone has built a small dock into the pond. He runs onto it. Slightly out of breath, he sits on the dock and removes his socks and shoes.

He sticks his toes gingerly into the water. The water is cold but he likes the slight sting. He eventually warms up and is able to submerge his feet to the ankles.

Suddenly, it feels to quiet so wildly he starts swimming his legs kicking up water. He kicks faster and faster so that all he can hear is the swooshing noise of the water being redistributed. Thud, thud, thud. It feels good on his feet and legs as he hits the solid feeling water.

He is happy.