Warm baths on cold nights.

Sea flowing between sunburnt toes.

Spraying siblings with a hose.

Catching minnows in the canal.

Drifting on park ponds.

Bombing friends at the lido.

Wild swimming in northern lakes.

Today, these former joys have evaporated.

Wading through the rising slurry, I splash my way from the front room to the staircase.

Photographs held high above my head, I cry like a water baby.

Tears adding to the devastation.


Originally published: Paragraph Planet