klownkilla1

Jake walked to the edge of the dock, following a crack in the cement.  The deck was 15 feet above the shore and afforded a clear view of the water.  For years this place meant nothing to him.  A once a year, boring visit to the craggy shores of Lake Michigan.  Now knowing what this place meant to him, it was like seeing it in color for the first time.  Every wave that broke on the rocks, every dingy strand of washed up seaweed, every gull that swooped through the air above his head made him feel like it was his first visit. Even after everything he had experienced in the last 48 hours, the book in his hand felt light.  He set it down on the d