Frozen Voices II

Awake

The morning was crisp. A bright Alaskan sun had risen and spread dappled rays of yellow light across the lake and through the trees. Bright daggers of light cut the misty air and impaled the porch of the shack. Reg woke to the sound of the last fall avian stragglers making morning conversation. The night had not been hard. It was late morning. Sle…