Friday, October 1, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Sitting on a Pier on a River...

As I sat on the pier that stretches into the icy cold river, I found comfort from the sound of the rushing rapids. A trio of birds were singing a familiar song, but I couldn't make it out. Though it was pointless to try, I attempted to get closer to the wondrous singing. Unfortunately, as I was expecting, they flew away in a hurry. I returned to the pier and stuck my bare feet in the water, only to realize  it wasn't very deep at this point in the river, and I just stuck my feet into two inches of wet mud. I went further down the river where it was deeper and washed my dirty feet. Suddenly, I began to feel very hot, and I remembered the lake wasn't much further. But before I had a chance to go swimming, my mother called me in for lunch, we were having my favorite, pizza. Therefore, I went inside with a hungry look on my face.