Sacrament
Just in the space of a week the land had completely altered and the borders changed. The place I have usually sat on over the years has been all but washed away and new channels have emerged. No longer a place to rest. I remembered the day P and I sat there years ago, the stones were warm from the summer sun and we had a picnic. I had a go at sketching P as he read his book. It was a rudimentary effort but because of the attention and concentration it took I recall the moment now so much more vividly. All washed away now.
I bent down and scooped my usual four handfuls of water to drink, one for G, one for P, one for me and one for what unites us.