"The Lake"

Cowley Student (Vol. 8: 2019)

A common Loon yodeled in the distance as the man sat on the bench to catch his breath. The fog rolling in as the sun crept closer to the horizon felt ominous.

The sound of crunching on the gravel path behind him as a jogger passed made his heart race. He took a deep breath in through his nose and relished in the crisp clean scent of the lake, similar to the smell after a rainstorm. He stood up, walked to the water’s edge and picked up a smooth pebble, rubbing it like a worry stone in his hand for a second before flicking his wrist and watching it skip across the water’s surface. He watched each ripple that it made fade away slowly as he tried to wrap his brain around what he had just done.   He closed his eyes and listened to the splash of the waves and the occasional quack of a duck, hoping that it would calm his racing mind. When that didn’t work he went back to the bench to watch the sunset, but the bright orange mixed with a hint of pink only reminded him of her exquisite hair, which just made him think about what he had done. Another Loon yodeled.

The man decided that maybe a quick jog around the path of the lake would clear his mind. He enjoyed the feeling of the cool breeze against his skin, and the sound of his feet crunching on gravel was almost loud enough to drown out his thoughts. Once he had made a lap around the lake it was dark enough that it was getting hard to see. He heard a howl but couldn’t tell if it was a Loon or a wolf. Better safe than sorry, he thought as he decided to head home. On his walk up to his car he noticed the lightning bugs blinking in and out of view, as well as the crickets starting their nightly song.