I Want to Write a Book

Small waves crash gently against the shore as a light wind dances across the lake's glassy surface. For a moment I stand motionless staring thoughtfully into the fog. I begin walking again, my lungs filling with the damp air as I take a deep breath. The soft crunch of gravely sand underfoot begins to play in a rhythmic time, each of my steps being followed by two lighter ones behind me. I glance over my shoulder as I continue walking, two small figures holding hands follows close behind me. Their faces lightly taunt with concentration as they focused on walking in unison. I close my eyes slowly coming to a stop as a path leading into the forest to our left comes into view. "Poppa?" asks the small child behind my left. Slowly turning around I open my eyes and study both of the children closely. They were still holding hands, the one who had just spoken watching me in return with her piercing blue eyes as she waited tentatively for a response. Her light blonde hair almost seeming to glow in the fog. The other girl seemed to be more interested in the lake and the fog that drifted with the wind over the lake's surface. Her brown hair covering her face while her head was turned towards the fog. Following her line of sight I found myself becoming lost on the fog again, a light tug on the sleeve of my jacket broke the trance as I slowly looked down at the small blonde girl who now stood beside me. "Yes little mouse?" I ask softly. "Where are we going Poppa?" At this the other girl turns away from the fog and looks towards us. I laugh softly as I turn towards the forest, a small smile pursing my lips. "We are going home little ones." I replied quietly....