My toes hang off the edge of the dock. I see fish dart through the cool a few feet below me. I take a breath and think. I do not want to jump, but I know I will. The green glass smiles at me, the hot sun seems to frown on my back. I feel the burn. I drop to my side and look in the lake. I drop my hand in and swirl it in the cool. I watch as the glass moves and rolls into folds of silk. I take my hand back and watch as the silk lies still and is glass again. I stare and I see the clouds in the glass. They drift like soft down in the wind. I smile.
A fish comes to the top and breaks the clouds. The fish’s lips make more folds in the water. I feel the sun on my back and it tells me to jump into the cold. I know the sun leaves me no choice. I get up and stretch my arms to the sky. I take one last look over the edge, but I do not think about what I will do. I walk down the dock to the shore. When I reach the end of the dock, I stop and turn to view the green lake and the dock. The edge of the dock looks miles from me, like a vast road, but I close my eyes and begin to run.
My feet feel the warm wood under them. I know I will soon reach the edge but I do not stop. I feel the air rush past me and I smell the tang of the pines that watch me. I feel my feet leave the wood of the dock and I fly. My hands grip the air, my feet flail, and I grin. I am in the sky.
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