Angelfire

As I crossed the front lawn, I spotted a boy I’d never seen before lounging against a tree. He wore a brown shirt and jeans, and his hair, which waved around his face in the breeze, looked black until the sun caught the walnut shine. He actually looked a little too old to be in high school, maybe twenty or twenty-one years old. As I looked at him, I felt a certain fondness deep in my heart, but I shook the feeling off. I didn’t know who he was

Nothing can survive thirty thousand feet below the ocean’s surface.