Unexpected Detail

The mornings on the river are the most calm and peaceful. No one has stepped in the water yet, so every tiny speckle of dirt is in place on a rock. I timidly walk into the water, with the kayak floating behind me. Stepping in deep enough into the water I attempt to get on the kayak without disturbing the dirt on the rocks. Where I normally try to find a big rock to push the ore off, a hand is settled there instead. It could of easily seemed like elongated rocks perfectly placed to shadow a hand covered with algi, but the pinkish finger nail facing up at me made it unmistakably recognizable. My sister always did commented on how I could point out a fresh manicure within five feet of us. This hand, at some point, had definitely had a fresh manicure.