Coon' Island- day 1

ok, so here's a excerpt from my memoirs thus far. A few things have been changed from the original version in the interest of internet privacy. Also, I have no experience or training in story writing, so I'm sorry if my story-telling ability kinda sucks.

Coon' Island

The grand escape started out innocently enough.

Stealing out of the house.

Moving South.

Pad Tai for two and one lost shoe later and we were on our way.
Down the highway.

But the clouds overhead had already decided that this would not be made an easy journey for us.

Soon enough the heavens opened up and poured fourth a mighty rain that beat down upon us like a ne'er ceasing native drum. The world was dark save for the flashes of light that streaked across the sky and turned, if only for a moment, the night back to day.

The mighty river washed the world away and we struggled to see what lie just ahead, finding our old guides lost to all sights, instinct and hope was all that was guiding us across the now invisible path. Eventually we came upon the lake and were ferried across to Coon' Island, where the warm cabin lights shining through the night beckoned us in.

I hadn't been to this place since the winter retreat, when the cold winds drove a snowy blizzard across the then frozen lake and drove us all inside to huddle together by the wood stove. The floor was piled high with mattresses, pillows, sleeping bags and blankets upon blankets in lou of a bed. With the frost seeping through every crack in the 100 year old lake house, we spent the short days and long nights singing songs and telling stories in our den while one of the men sat in the rocking chair by the stove and whittled himself a small pipe.

What a difference those few short months had made! Though the sun was already long gone from the sky, a bunch of the guys, dawned in the wetsuits they found drying in the downstairs bedroom, decided to go out for a midnight swim in the lake and play games off the tippy dock. While I myself wasn't so keen on diving into the cold dark water after spending those long hours cooped up n the car, I went out to the boathouse to catch a breath of the cool night night air and soak in the wonderful place that I was blessed enough to find myself in once again.

All was dark on the island.

The storm clouds that had followed us here had all vanished, leaving the moon-less night sky to the power of the stars, which had splattered themselves across the vast black canvas. Through the darkness I could just make out the thick blanket of fog creeping across the lake, rising up like steam off of the water and dissipating into the atmosphere. Over the sound of the water gently lapping up against the dock that wrapped around the boathouse, I could just make out the splashes of water and shouts of laughter coming from my friends attempting to throw each other off the tippy dock in the distance.

Back in the cozy lake house, those who had opted out of the midnight swim were settling in nicely.
A couple of the guys had started a game of chess while the rest of us caught up with all that had gone on in our lives since we last saw each other, silently missing those dear friends who could not make the trip here, but who no-doubt were still doing well wherever they happened to be at the time. It wasn't until the wee small hours of the morning that the house finally grew dark and still, while we all drifted peacefully off to sleep, where I dreamed of beautiful white swans, once frozen, encased in ice with their great wings outstretched in preparation for flight in the icy lake, now thawed and resurrected to grace the sunny island waters once again, and of all the adventures that awaited me in the morning.