Summer Camp
I
step off the boat onto the wobbly lower dock. I take my sunglasses off my head
and put them over my eyes so the glare from the sun off the water is slightly
bearable. I walk up the ramp, steep because of the low tide. It’s windy down
here. I make note of things, the house on the point, the red railings, Snake Island,
the red row boats and canoes. Everything is quiet for a moment as I remember.
Then reality snaps back as I hear the kids behind me calling out my name, but
that doesn’t matter. I’m home again for the first time since last summer.
