Playing in the water? That was something Alice did every time we went up to River's Peak. I would watch her from the bluff because I thought it made no sense to get all wet only to climb into the hot car and be uncomfortable on the drive home. She didn't care. Sometimes she would jump in fully clothed and sometimes she would strip down to nothing but her panties.
I never understood what was so exciting about dunking oneself under bitingly cold water but there was a joy I would see on her face and that was enough for me. Once or twice she caught me off guard and threw her arms around me, her body becoming one with mine. It was in those moments that I knew Alice was the one I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.
It took me three years after her funeral to go back to River's Peak. I stood on the bluff's edge, staring out over the water. I saw Alice jump in and I saw her smile and before I knew it, I was in the water. I know she's gone but it was therapeutic. It felt like her spirit was there with me.
Afterwards, I sat in the sun and cried. The moment I knew my clothes were drying, I went into the water again.