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. Sleep came easy after the hard work of unloading provisions the previous day. Reg rolled out of the cot with a creak and a grind. In his minor waking delirium, a slight pang of morning hunger made him wonder if any of those birds could be hunted for food. There should be some game birds here and there. He then numbly remembered that, alas, he had not brought a shotgun anyhow. Perhaps he should make coffee on the stove?
Frozen Voices II
Frozen Voices II
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. Sleep came easy after the hard work of unloading provisions the previous day. Reg rolled out of the cot with a creak and a grind. In his minor waking delirium, a slight pang of morning hunger made him wonder if any of those birds could be hunted for food. There should be some game birds here and there. He then numbly remembered that, alas, he had not brought a shotgun anyhow. Perhaps he should make coffee on the stove?