“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”
I silently creep across the dock, the spruce planks creaking under my old, well-worn boots. The waves crash violently against the rusty metal poles supporting the structure of the dock. The wind vigorously rattles the harbor. Despite the horror inside me, I continue to walk unconfidently down the dock. The moon is the only paint on the dark canvas of the midnight sky, glistening down on me. I finally reach the end of the dock, and squat down on the edge. I glare down into the dark, murky water. My heart is beating faster than it ever has. It’s pitch black, and I can’t even see a centimeter down into the nebulous sea. Abruptly, a dark figure
I silently creep across the dock, the spruce planks creaking under my old, well-worn boots. The waves crash violently against the rusty metal poles supporting the structure of the dock. The wind vigorously rattles the harbor. Despite the horror inside me, I continue to walk unconfidently down the dock. The moon is the only paint on the dark canvas of the midnight sky, glistening down on me. I finally reach the end of the dock, and squat down on the edge. I glare down into the dark, murky water. My heart is beating faster than it ever has. It’s pitch black, and I can’t even see a centimeter down into the nebulous sea. Abruptly, a dark figure