A Final Stroke of Meaning

My lover and I walked along the path surrounding the pool the young men of the CCC built in the 1930s.  It is still very much as they built it.  I was amazed at their workmanship, attention to detail, quality of their materials, and craftsmanship of the result.  It was late in the evening, the sun setting, and I was filled with the meaningfulness of it.  The earth is so well crafted, the sun is the same, and the cosmos is still more of the same.  And here are men doing the same.  Making for the long haul, working skillfully to make it last, living and working, a quality of life that was the norm, if it is worth doing, it is worth doing right.  The earth, the sun, the pool…done right.  We were alone, loving, meaning was the norm, perfection, a moment of completeness.  We took off our shoes and sat with our feet in the cold spring water.  A final stroke of meaning.