Ran in the afternoon. The sky was filled with huge white thunderheads in the distance and cotton from the cottonwoods floated through the golden air of late day. There were a lot of fisherman standing quietly in the river casting their lines. I ran to see the lake, and turned around as the sky started to go grey. I ran back thinking of my son at camp, wondering if he'll remember where he packed his rain slicker and if he misses his Mama. | 