After weeks...

After weeks of searching, I finally found peace. At the end of the dock, it was waiting patiently. As the sun ran west, we shared old stories. Like a rolling wave, peace washed over me.

While the leaves change to yellow, I change to red. While the fish swim beneath, I swim in middair. While the wind bites my toes, I bite my fingers. When time waves hello, peace and I wave back.

Then they are running to me. I make them smile. I make them laugh. They make me smile and laugh. I show them the leaves. I tell them about the fish. I cover their ears from the wind. Each one takes a hand of mine. They lead me back inside.