Hunter Swoop - Bridge

 

Hunter Swoop:

Top-left: Clouds spanned across the sky, forming a blanket of fluff that covers the faint light of the sun. 

Top-right: As time went on, they eventually dispersed into tiny pockets and disappeared into the distance.

Bottom: The pier began at the mouth of the lake and ended headed into the deepest part of the lake.

Middle: The woman sat at the end of the pier, quietly staring at the somber horizon. As she looked, the trees in the distance looked back, filling her with a feeling she can't describe.

Story:

She used to come here during her childhood. She fondly remembered the vivid memories of her parents and her friends coming here for fun and whenever. After what seemed like forever, she finally got the chance to visit the lake.

Abigail watched as the sky went orange with the sunset. She stared higher into the sky. There were clouds, some small, and some even spanned across the sky, forming a large blanket of fluff that covers away the faint light of the sun. And as time went on, they eventually dispersed into tiny pockets and disappeared into the distance. It reminded her of how her friends eventually drifted away into different places, knowing that they each had their own lives to live. She felt a pang of sadness from the thought.

The pier began at the mouth of the lake and it ended heading into the deepest part of the lake. She looked down into the lake, remembering how she used to fish with her dad on the same pier. She sighed. Those were the simpler times, when college wasn't so much of a problem and that she only had to worry about when the cartoons would show on the TV.

She sat at the pier and continued to quietly observe the somber horizon. As she watched the treeline, the treeline felt like it watched back at her with the same expression. It filled her with a warm feeling that she couldn't describe.

Abigail came here for the memories. She came here for a short nostalgia break. She was fine with this. She packs up her belongings and heads back to the truck. Eventually, she'll want to call them for a gathering here. Maybe they'll talk all about it again. Maybe.