Dead Eyed Girls

I drove over the lake yesterday for the first time in a while. I prefer when I'm the passenger and I can look out across the water. It's nicest at dusk; you can see so much of the sky, so many colors reflecting on the water. And there are so many trees along the edges. But it's winter now and it was dark early. All you could see were the little lights along the shore. Sometimes when I get to the end of the bridge on the west shore, I remember that spring when I was fourteen and my boyfriend's brother downed in the lake. They searched the water for days before finding his body. And I remembered it was the same water where Tristan and I sat on one of our first dates. It was so still and quiet and creepy that night. I miss driving across the bridge. It's a nice place.