I love the sound docks make when you walk across them. It always reminds me of being on vacation as a kid, and the time I was jumping off of one into the lake with some other kids. Being a kid was great for that sort of thing, no matter what it was so easy to make friends back then. The only requirement was that the other person was a kid and we would automatically all get along. Waking up in the morning with the rising sun gently warming my face was ass-kick too. Without fail, every morning the sun would peer across the horizon of the lake and turn everything a soft orange. The sunbeams would come through the window and wake me up in the most calm and pleasant way possible. The crunch of the gravel, catching frogs, boating, fishing, shit. So many good memories.
I need to go back.
One time I was making a good huge run to jump off of the dock, but when I got to the very edge some woman with her kid riding on her back was trying to swim by. I skidded, but went over the edge anyway and fucked my leg up. Almost went under the dock too. It hurt, and I can’t remember if I cried, but when I was under the water I remember looking up and seeing the sun splayed across the top of the water, and my vision being incredibly clear, man it was fucking amazing. Everything was blue like water’s supposed to be and it faded off to black in all directions, except for the area of my vision, in that I saw a perfect natural gradient of blue, right up to the top of the water. It was so beautiful that it made me forget my pain and panic for a moment and demanded I take it all in. the thunderstorms were amazing, finding random toys, exploring the woods, eating at completely new restaurants, finding what seemed to be an abandoned house on an island, and just generally being in a backwater no name town NOT totally overrun with tourist shit. A town that will never be in any movies, books or anything. Just a place
where people live and is actually for them. Fucking…fuck, I have to go back.
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