The River
The sun was almost gone, making the river a vibrant pink and orange. The fall air was crisp, but not painfully cold, requiring only a hoodie and jeans. I knew the snow was coming and the river would freeze soon enough, but tonight I wanted to enjoy the end of summer on the dock, with my hot chocolate and my book. Alone. Curled up in my chair at the end of the dock, my drink getting cold next to me, I closed my book and looked out across the river. There were tiny islands everywhere, and I could see people in the distance getting things ready for the cold winter. They would be leaving soon, and I couldn’t wait until everyone was gone.