Lighthouse

Waking up on the rocks, along the edge of the water, the fog settled along the horizon of the lake. It finally sunk in: I was truly on my own. Now that I knew this in my heart, what do I do with this knowledge?

The previous day, I was the lone person who boarded the ferry that was headed to the Islands. This was all the ferry did all day - criss-cross back and forth from the city to the islands and back again. I just needed to get away for a few hours. Away from the city which had grown claustrophobic. The Islands are a good place to be somewhere else without really being somewhere else.

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Paul Dore