Breathing in Twilight

I walked outside as the sun was setting
The air was still warm from the heat of the day.

Moving barefoot across the grass
my feet eventually met the wood of the dock.

The boards were worn smooth and
looked as though they were glowing in the fading light.

Walking down towards the end
I  stared out at the now still water.

It looked like a slab of blue slate with
little ripples here and there etched into the surface.

Reach the end, I wrapped my toes over the edge,
I stretched out my arms and took a breath.

But this was not a normal breath.

This breath was deeper, fulfilling, and sweet.
This air smelled of summer and days spent on the river playing.