There are just so many assignments, tasks, plans yet to be drawn up… expectations to be met or even surpassed, including your own.

And then the lure of the water reminds you of what accompanies the periphery, the edge of what remains and gestures to your discontent.

And so you toss your reminders into the air like careless confetti and bound toward the fringe with shameless abandon.

And a joy returns to you.