my toes are inching toward the lake for a moment iām too cowardly to touch the drink the water has been rolling towards me all the while and it is braver than i am and so the first to make contact the water washes over my sandy feet my eyes are closed and for a second i am alone with my sensations i hear seagulls above the children laughing beside me i can hear the water trickling, waves crashing then something grabs me by the leg