Sunday, November 4, 2012
I went to use the restroom and then ventured around back to the beach. The loneliness I felt earlier washed over me again. I took off my shoes and walked down to the lake. The moonlight danced on the water. There was a slight breeze, so the lake lapped softly at the shore. What would I do when I went back home?
Lisa Loomis--(Casanova Cowboy--a novel) Available on Amazon