Mark Twain wrote, “Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be manipulated quite unaltered through the course of hours.”
As I read your story, I could not help but notice the aesthetic enthusiasm of your voice. The job of a good writer is to make one feel and perceive the beauty of the “out-of-doors” world, to convey, and then share, an experience with others that ought not to be missed.
If the rhythm of the story is there, there will always be a pleasurable impact of one sensation on another. Figuratively, I “saw” myself sprawled out in one of those lawn chairs – feet immersed in the cool water of the creek. I “heard” the sound (‘POP’), of the tab of the can, and I most certainly “felt” the mist that took my eyes to witness the stunning amber-blue glaze across the sky.
Moreover, although I was not there physically to share in this “beautiful” moment in time, I however did get to experience a sense of “independence,” so to speak, that will forever remain inexplicable, only to me. “I went there!”
Great illustration! Here's my spin on it. I have had and continue to have many moments like the afore mentioned, for that I am truly blessed! It's easy to take for granted, what we have at our disposal. My good friend and I share a lot of time on the river,usually fishing, and and when we have a moment like that, one of us will often say to the other, "I WONDER WHAT THE POOR PEOPLE ARE DOING?"