With nearly record-breaking heat this week and the AC working overtime for it, I decided to take a few hours to run to the river and swim.
I love when that happens.
As I was reading my book I came upon a phrase called “white days”, as told by the main character Tess when describing her mother’s sadness:
That was what she used to call them. They weren’t blue days, she’d say, because she never thought of blue as sad; blue was the color of water, and the water made her happy. But white was the absence of everything – the saddest, loneliest color she could imagine.
I don’t know about you, but I know just what she is talking about.
It’s hard to have a white day at the river though, with an excited pup rolling around in the sand and rocks while collecting burrs that will need to be cut out later.
When it’s just her and I and it’s like we own the Missouri River for ourselves, walking along the beach and occasionally throwing a stick out to water for her to retrieve.
She loves fetching her sticks, and grunts like a pig swimming back to shore.
I love that shadow dog.
A perfect, blueish day at the river.
and a book that pairs well with the beach.
This book is soul food. Thank you, Erika Marks, for writing it!
What’s on your reading list now?