I breathe the truth in the dust that lingers in the air from years of patient longing. A daughter asks me to carry her raising her arms as she turns to me saying, Uppy. The ordinary resumes after a vacation trip that took us to the edge of delight, playing in the waters of life. Unpacked, we ride our bikes to the fountain where the girls walk circles counting bricks and the cascades spray mist upon us. The simple pleasures adorn themselves still finding refuge from the complex which waits patiently for the following day. Earlier, the flight path of our return took us over where we now stand and we looked down upon the roof of our house and the woods and this tiny circle of water which now becomes our daily destination.