"I remember. I had goosebumps," she said.
Tom laughed as he looked toward the lake."You always enjoyed scary stories." He smiled and took a sip from his coffee mug as she lifted a glass of orange juice to her nude lips. "I remember when we came out last year - right after your mother died and I built a campfire and you told stories." A smile appeared out of Tom's face unexpectedly like the phoenix from ashes. "You were smaller then."
A flock of ducks quacked as they flew over the lake. "Looks like they are back for spring. You know - they fly in V shapes to conserve energy. Less wind resistance. Plus, each member can keep track of each other." The ducks crashed into the lake and they shook their feathers. "When they are in the water, a group of ducks is called a paddling."
"Dad, you know so much about nature."