Inches and Inches
This image from Watsonville, CA was submitted by Suzy M.
"After weeks and weeks and weeks of no rain, the heavens finally opened and dumped it all out at once!"
“To him who spread out the earth upon the waters, for his mercies are to eternity.”
There is a memory I turn over endlessly.
A fleeting second of suspension above a broken sun and below the vault of heaven, between the firmament and the waters. Splitting a moment of toes digging into coarse Floridian grass and the release of that energy as inertia, an arc of gravity and the inevitable crush of cleaving water. The thunder of bubbles and pressure resolving to the clicking of oysters and underwater silence.
I can parse that memory, tell of the lawn party where adults raised cocktails to ward off humidity and heat, forays into the frosty air conditioning and slippery polished floors. The belly laugh of my grandfather as he would drop ice cubes into the bathing suits of the running children. Tell of days in the sun and in boats, beachcombing or walking the sandbar at low tide, sunburns and brown skin. I can tear up knowing these are memories of home and family that I will never be able to have in a “real” sense again.A moment, this touchstone of memory is a path to a personal eternity, a point in time filled with the embrace of water, youth and a broken sun.