cloud chaser

sophie stole her neighbors dingy last Saturday, not out of spite for them, but out of necessity for the dingy.  the mountains obscured her view of a particular cloud that had been morphing from one animal to another to another to another. she had been watching it tell a story all morning.

 

she didn't anticipate how heavy the dingy would be to drag off the beach. 

 

by the time she got the boat in the water and herself in the boat, it was too late to realize she had no paddles, and the dingy was already adrift in the lake.

 

shapes in the clouds

yesterday morning ben woke up late, made himself a pot of coffee, and looked out over the lake.  he was surprised to see a row boat floating aimlessly on the water.  he could see no one in it.

curious, he set out in his own small boat towards the wayward vessel.  he hoped he would be able to bring it in and return it to whomever it belonged.

he did not expect to fall in love.

then, no one ever does.

ben especially did not expect to fall in love with the girl lying at the bottom of the boat.