H cast his mind to all the bumps and rushes on the white water. He was sitting with a wide vista of the river life.
The point about the tube ride was that once launched, the tube riders instantly limited the number of choices they could make. They must go with the pull and push of the river.
H thought, ‘Just you, on the river, rushing past the shoreline, the sweet capture. Every ride, every wave, every current different. That’s the point.’
J had joined him by then. They were drinking a mug of tea. ‘This is the opposite of Ground Hog Day no matter how many goes you have. The simple pleasure of just being. As it is in the moment. Feeling it,’ J remarked.
Just then they heard laughter on the water. River boat cruises paddled lightly. A puppy on a maiden voyage floated past. ‘Look at the butterflies.’ Harry had never seen so many and camping by this river, he was now in full butterfly consciousness. A dragon fly landed lightly on J’s book.
‘I’ve never seen blue like that,’ she said, smiling.
The river sun hovered overhead, heating up the early afternoon tubers. Some children splashed on the bank below them.
‘Let’s have another go.’
J agreed. ‘Remember to live in the moment. If you want to get to the better moment, you are more dead than alive because you are missing this moment.’
‘Yes, when you drop into the moment, it is on that tube you fall awake,’ Harry replied.
© 2021 Copyright Rick Frame
Early drafting of the fiction piece I am writing. Working title: Upended