Spontaneous walk babble

My skin is sticky.

From the sweat sitting on my flesh.

Must be how the lake feels,

With the pollen clinging onto it.

The breeze pushes our adhesives away.

I never knew there were fish worth catching here.

The bobber hitting the water suggests otherwise.

A family of ducks.

I think family sounds more amusing than the correct term.

A family member almost got snatched by the bobber.

I'm the head of the class.

The heated stone is my seat.

And my students are the turtle heads.

The moon is out, so it's a night class, I suppose.

Evenings like these make me miss Lenora.

It's much quieter there.

Can't get any quieter here.

But it's still like home.

The water is beautiful.

So I am grateful.

There are so many turtle heads.

It feels like it's just me.

-Verdure