By Annie Winkle
I get lost in my thoughts every time. “Me-Time” is what my mom calls it. Sitting right next to Plaster Creek, listening to the water ripple through the rocks, this is my favorite place to sit. Right where Plaster Creek and the Grand River meet, where no one can find me. Coming home from school after having a hard day, it calms me. Listening to the water, looking out at God’s creation. I look at Poseidon, my dog, sitting by my side waiting for a fish to jump out of the water. His blue eyes glow in the sunlight.
I’ve always wondered where the river leads. Does it keeps curving through the trees into a magical land or does it lead to the city full of happy, joyful people? I wonder what all the animals are doing and if they remember me. I wonder when something will change around here, if life will get interesting and less dull, if life will get better. I wonder if I could get Poseidon to control the water, that would make life interesting. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. Every time I get lost in my thoughts, every time.
Then Poseidon jumps up, and runs, into the water. I called after him , “Poseidon come here boy, come here”. What is he doing? Where did he go? Can he breath under water? Then he comes out of the water, gasping for air. His black fur saturated in the water, and drags me in. He wants to play. The worry escapes my heart and fills up with joy. Pure joy.
I laugh so hard, I guess he really is the sea god. We run around for hours it feels, I chase Poseidon around until he starts drinking from the river. I lead him out, feeling happier than I have in a long, long time.