It worked. He reached in back of his kayak, felt the cool neck of a beer, pulled it from its cardboard six-pack holder and placed it in his lap. He liked the way the droplets slowly slid down the glass bottle. He opened the beer and swallowed. The current of the Connecticut River was guiding him directly to the island beach where he would sit in the warm sand and read his book. The mountain was barely in view, he could just make out the cliffs. The summer greenery on each side of the river banks was full and beautiful. He was the only one on the rive
He couldn’t catch his breath. His words were spinning in his mind with such ferocity he was unable to calm himself as he began to shake. He was sure he could see his words on the ceiling. He pulled his body together, clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked while trying to make as little noise as possible. She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful, just around her head as a halo might linger for a moment longer when the harboring light is willing to have it. This light was not for him.
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Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!