While tubing down the Salmon River, I couldn't help

but notice the definite return of fun to my life.

In a traffic jam in downtown Polaski, Quaterflash played on the radio,

and this, the poem scribbled in traffic.

“and there were even ballons ,green, blue, red, yellow

floating in the air, touching the magic of the day”.

Water, sun, campfires, a face to kiss awake for diner,

feeling fitting together. "Your heart makes my heart

soar like a hawk", she said that with one eyebrow just slightly raised.

What a constant surprise life is.