Flat Creek has been a central character in the stories of our walks ever since we came to Nashville. It flows (or not) through almost every journey we undertake. I inserted the parenthetic disclaimer in the preceding statement because, for three months during this past summer we had virtually no rain, and the creek was dry in many places. Strangely, to me anyway, it flowed normally in many other places. This told me that it flowed underground in the dry places - a phenomenon with which I was previously unfamiliar. Another consequence of the drought was the scarcity of water deep enough for bassador swimming during the blistering hot months of summer.
A couple of weeks ago, the rains finally came, bringing white water to Flat Creek. Grace was smart enough to stay out of the raging current, wading only in the calmer sections. Cooler weather accompanied the rains, so swimming wasn't a concern anyway.
This morning we were on the homeward stretch when she pulled me down to a section of the creek we've never explored before. The water was calm and deep there. I said, "Too bad it's so chilly today or you could go swimming." She looked at me, smiled and went swimming. Just when I think I've figured her out...
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