About Me
Today was familiar in weather, the kind of day that you knew as a kid in early summer. The air was hot, though the sun was recluse. A raindrop disappeared on my dry arm while driving down a busy street near the lake. Double-parked on the left was an old truck with a small boat in tow. At least from a block away it looked like a small and average boat. Individual wooden planks rounded to create a dull shine from a golden stain and lacquer that appealed to a more thoughtful generation. Its belly was deep red and resembled a color associated with its era. I don't know how i knew it but this was a recreation enjoyed in solitude. Maybe it was the worn dark leather of only the drivers seat.....In my rear view mirror while i passed i convinced myself the back of the boat would bare its namesake. Cream hand-painted script letters revealed themselves but only in a blur, it all felt too surreal....my heart sank and i argued with myself to go back and read it....I wanted to believe it said something inspiring, or that it was the name of a past love, something beautiful like "Margaret"..i could almost hear its humming engine as the boat drifted away on a calm sea of black tar. i caught a glimpse of a pale rendered 7 year old with sweat on his forehead and concern in his eyes...i wanted to turn back and promise him a great boat like that.....i wanted him to know a boat like that existed.
