The chair wasn’t that comfortable, but my body was not my own, traitor. Again and again I told him to get up, but he wasn’t listening, and it was a nice night out. The air was not quite too hot, and every now and then the wind would blow it all away. The pine trees made such interesting patterns in the wind, like threads in the shuttle. The lake rocked against the shore softly, moonlight and starlight shone on the water like so many skipping stones. It had been a good day, I never stopped moving, and now it felt just as good to lie still. The wind rose up, branches creaked, and for a moment I feared one might crack and fall, but it quieted down. I turned onto my side, my hands under my head, almost as if I was praying, but just for no rain, not tonight.