It wasn’t colder than any other night had been previously this week and the invitation to bundle up and take a bike ride down to the special spot was still open, even though the suspended dock had been removed for the season. Wrapped in my blanket I sat looking at the water, and eventually, I rolled onto my back to stare at the hazy sky. And I stayed there sprawled across the stiff wood of the dock, jealous of my breath because it danced before my face and then floated up to the untouchables.
And then, a speck caught in my eyelash. Startled, I gazed up, and thereafter couldn’t stop giggling.
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