Lake Ontario looks so beautiful right now. Frozen. On the horizon, the clouds are flush against the frozen lake. As they embrace, there are wisps of what appears to be foggy mist the size of people dotting the icy surface flaring in a twisted upward motion. The sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly as I go to greet my Uncle Paul one last time who loved the water. He was a builder of boats and many other things. He was a free diver who even with a weak heart and scarred chest would bring treasures up from the depths of lakes and rivers on one single breath. Now hes no longer breathing. Hes a free bird swimming through the skies above watching his loved ones. My Uncle Paul is now the inevitable and invincible Kawasaki ghost rider in the sky.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 16:14:04 +0000
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