Today's OneWord: Buzzing
There are dozens of mosquitos buzzing above our heads, as we slather on repellent and pass around cans of cold cider as we look out over the crest leading to the lake. The earth here is so unstable, but we've found a patch that holds our weight. I sip from my can and you sip from yours, and then we switch and giggle when we taste each other's spittle. When I reach for your hand, a bug settles on my wrist, ready to dig in. And you swat it, hard, making my fingers tremble.