“Can I go down to the dock?” she whispers into my ear, gently waking me in the early morning. “Sure,” I reply, “Can I come too?”

She beams, “Yes!”

I go into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I emerge I see she has already grabbed a wool blanket off one of the beds. She takes my hand.

We venture down the hill to the dock. The fog is swirling.

We spread the blanket around us both like a giant pair of wings, and we take a seat at the end of the dock…side by side with a front row seat to the awakening day.

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