There is a river that runs parallel to a street that I used to take to ride my bike to school. They call it the “lazy river.” If you sit beside it, and you take in the sound of the rushing water which is really not rushing it’s just meandering through time,it puts you into a trance forcing you into your own dream world. It has a magical component to it which I have never quite understood. Or been able to define. David, who is my best friend and a psychologist, doesn’t get it either but he does send his patients there when they are dealing with anxious moments or panic attacks.

As is my way, one morning as I sat there with my cup of coffee and a novel I had been waiting to read. As I sat beneath the scattered clouds and blue sky, with the sound of the river slowly taking me away… I heard a voice.

“Excuse me, are you Freddy Zalta?”

I knew I was going to be swept into a different whirlwind when I turned and saw her familiar yet brand new beauty shining. She had a lazy eyed look to her, faded freckles and auburn hair. She was squinting her eyes, her right hand acting as a awning to keep her from the sun.

“Why yes, ma’am, who may I ask is inquiring?”

“Can I have a sip of your coffee?” I placed it in her hand and her lips caressed the little slit at the top side of the lid. Her lips perfectly shaped and soft. I was jealous of that coffee lid.

“What are you reading?”

“Same book,” I lifted it to show her, “Want to walk a bit?”

“Nah, let’s sit here for a couple of minutes. Are you hungry? I brought a picnic basket.”

“No way! I didn’t even know we had one.”

She put her head on my shoulder and kissed me. “I got it this morning for you, I figured I’d surprise you.”

“Excuse me, what’s your name again?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

“I want you to be you.”

“You got me.” She lay her head on my lap and I reclined against the tree behind me. She closed her eyes and smiled. “I guess I still excite you after all these years.”

“Excuse me, I don’t even know who you are. You can be some crazed fan wanting to be a character in my next story.”

“Honey, I am your every story.” She said letting out a deep breath.

“Yeah.” That was true, she is everything to me and always has been. She slowly faded into oblivion and I soon followed. A lazy autumn day, sitting next to a lazy river with a wonder woman with soft lazy eyes. I was entranced by her magical powers. Beauty can do that to you as can love that has so many layers you forget which one is strongest.

Just as the river with it’s magical components can soothe the most anxious mind, so can this wonderous woman continue to excite me and make me whole.