Had to taste the water with my toes, standing like an old woman in the lake with salamanders swimming by and swirling ribbons of youth around me, melting layers of worry, taking decades gained in mere years away, washing grey with blonde green-eyed girlhood.
It is a newness that births from nature into spirit. It is a baptism of desire.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I really don’t know what Steinbeck would have said about these toes…
Why…what’s wrong with these toes? These feet, with short stubby toes that should be good weblike swimmer-feet, unable however to hold up a sinker’s body, have served me well on land.