About A Boy

His eyes reflected the cool blackness that refracted off the lake's surface. Standing alone on the shore, he stretched out his arms and let the breeze envelope him into a great hug. With the breeze blowing sharply, messing up his short black hair, which was giving off hues of blue in the early evening sun.

Revelling in the shivers playing along his spine, he turned away from the wind and headed for the doorway. Music flooded his senses as he stepped through the screen door and crossed the room to turn down the sounds of Finger Eleven's 'Conversations', as it contiued on repeat. The bass lines in that were his favorite-he picked up his bass and began to play along with the song's intro as it blared into the empty cottage.