Definitely not Scatha.

by Justin

Two rope swings, usually reserved for leaping out into the bay, served only to carry children out over the water and then back within inches of hitting nearby trees. The original designs didn’t account for their use outside the summer months. To be fair, the summer months probably didn’t plan to make an appearance in January.

A white dog, much too tall and lean to be husky or malamute, won the day by fiercely resembling an arctic wolf and carrying no small amount of that mystique. It’s name was Dragon.

A young blond child, lagging behind larger and louder friends, stuffed his hands in his pockets and strolled along. The boy, at most 8 years old, was in no hurry to catch up. “Man, I wish I had my cell phone,” he said.