“That’s exactly why I used it.”

By five thirty the light had turned gold and the lake had gone flat.

Diane carried two mugs of decaf down the lawn.

I took mine and set it on the dock boards next to my boot.

We sat with our feet dangling off the end.

A canoe came around the point and went quiet near the reeds.

Water lapped at the posts.

A few leaves drifted past, red and yellow, turning slowly.