I do believe it's time to bring back the list prompt. So use all of the following words (in some form or another) in today's writing: sunshine, lake, chase, luck.
Max did pretty well this morning, getting through his shots without too many complaints. This afternoon and evening, on the other hand, have been more of a challenge. It's like it just took a while for him to figure out exactly what happened.
Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow.
"Well this certainly sucks."
There really wasn't any room for disagreement. There we were on the only weekend of the summer that we all had off from our various jobs, all set to relax by the lake in our bathing suits, and the sun was nowhere to be found.
On our side of the lake at least.
"Those lucky bastards."
This was directed, without much enthusiasm, at the campers on the opposite shore. They were perfectly positioned to capture the rays that had managed to slip between a crack in the clouds that had otherwise smothered the sky.
We had been watching as the patch of sunlight moved slowly from east to west, never even thinking about moving in our direction. Talk was turning to building a fire, maybe making the long trip back into town to get some coffee or hot chocolate. It was all rather depressing, really.
"Forget this," I declared, dragging myself to my feet and brushing the sand from my legs. "Come on, let's go."
"What are we doing?"
"We, my friends," I said over my shoulder as I strode along the edge of the water, "are chasing sunshine."