The boat sat, as it always did, in the middle of the field. Abandoned, or so I assumed. It never moved. Never swayed. It lived there, in that field.
I was sure.
Because what boat sits in a field and doesn’t wait? What boat sits in a field and thinks “yeah, this is what I was made for?”
It sat in that field.
And it waited.
And every time I passed that boat, gazing at it from my moving mini-van, I couldn’t help but think that, maybe… just maybe…
…it waited for me. Continue reading “Boat in Wait”