And this is where we go: high on the mountain. It is cold. We have not brought things to swim, but as soon as we get there, it is warm, and we want immediately to swim. I tear out grass from the ground, and throw pieces in the direction of the lake. After a while, he does this too. Afternoon. Small frogs on the rocks. Why is it I want immediately to touch them? But I do, and I do. Each jumps the instant my finger reaches its back. I jump too.
