allah favors the compassionate. larry of arabia

after swim we find a still spot in the sun of harold park and hug.

mister mystic, hilde can't drink because she can't hold her water, and comet can't drink because hilde drinks his water, so what am i to do, mister mystic? i don't know, son, i don't think that's a question for a mystic.

forehead hugs feel sooo good

you wanna do it again.

sometimes inexplicably copp gets a little shy with public affection, or maybe he's just playing coy.

strategy meeting. i think we're gonna wing it, ok?  ok, let's just wing it.

we have a story only for us two and everyone can read it.

it started out with a broken toilet, then a picture of a little watering can falling off copp's forehead and then a miraculously fixed toilet thanks to mr. beaver and then a funtastically invigorating fall swim. the water spirits were smiling on us.

i can't say i'm wide awake, but i'm not sleeping.