Waves smash against the pillars

Cool rainwater batters against the dock

The tip tap of the rain against my coat

Like the ticking of a clock

The sharp air of the day fills lungs

With each exhale, my breath freezes

In the frigid air

The weathered dock is like an elder who re-

-fuses to let death take them

Creaking wood like brittle bones

The moss green raincoat does little to warm me

Each raindrop falls into the lake and disappears

Like a small child in a crowd of people

White clouds coat the sky like a cotton ball blanket

I look with glazed eyes into the sky

Hypnotized as my mind shuts down

The sunshine peeks through —

A beacon of what’s to come

And what has passed