I could not resist that title; as the words perfectly apply. It all started when a wave of hot air came through in the late afternoon at the lake, and it literally pushed the boys, who had been toying with the idea of jumping into that cold water all day long, to finally grab their swim suits and their rafts for a game of war. The water was brisk; so the object of the game was to not get wet.
When the sun started to drop and make it’s big descent behind the water, the air turned cold, and the boys got tired. While the boys made their way back to the shore and a warm towel, the littlest one kept drifting father out from shore. He was suddenly too cold to stick his little legs back into the water and kick his way home.
His brother maneuvered over to his raft, and grabbed his raft, and used his stick as an oar to pull him back to shore. Using one arm to hang on, and the other arm to oar, he spent some time spinning in circles, some time moving backwards, before he got the oaring right. He learned, by asking, “Mom, which way do I move the stick?” to row forward so they wouldn’t keep floating back into the lake. It was a long arduous task, for such a little boy.
This is by far, the best sunset. of the year, and my best shot. Of course, you know, none of this would have never been possible if his Mom, yours truly, had stepped into the icy water and rescued him.
P.S. Did you know that when The Hollies recorded He Ain’t Heavy He’s My Brother, Elton John played the piano on the recording? Neither did I. Check it out if you don’t believe me.