Caitlin, 9A salmon sunset. My dogs and I, fly through knotty grass and wade into sticky mud. My gumboots sink. I dig them out. I climb the hill and fling up my muddy hands. The wind whips my hair. I sweep and rock on an old driftwood swing. I run downhill, hair streaming back, I splash and leap across the stream. A shrill whistle calls me and the dogs home happily.