...while strolling along an Autumn leaf laden path that crunched as I tread. It's a strange feeling to happen upon a swimming hole complete with swinging rope when it is 45 degrees outside. But out of the blue I stumbled upon some one's summer daydream. Altho, in November it's a quickly fading memory. In my mind's eye I swear could almost see kids splashing, hear them laughing, and trying to figure out how they were going to get home and slip pass mom all muddy!
"I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering."