Enchanting

There was a city with a river.  The banks of the river had a grove of poplars planted in straight rows.  And the water was rushing and cold and clear.  I took off my boots, peeled off my socks, held up my skirt, and crossed over to the island right in the middle.  It had a small rocky beach and a long stand of trees.  I tiptoed in and peed in the bushes.  I felt like Huckleberry Finn.