Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Friday, April 13, 2018
Dan leads me out on the old dock. Many of the weathered gray boards are missing, and as we step over them, I can see down to the dark green water surging many feet below.
“That guy built a new dock, and it just ruins the view,” he says, pointing down the shore to a concrete and steel monstrosity stretching across the water. On the other side, the sun settles down into a bank of clouds.