By White Feather
Gerald was not sure who she was. Maybe she was the spirit of Mother Nature. Maybe she was an Angel.... Keep Reading
In the summer Gerald would leave the house after eating the breakfast his mother prepared for him. In the cool early Morning hours he could sit on the Pier at the lake without other kids being around. That early morning alone time out in nature was very important to him.
That was when he could have some uninterrupted alone time with HER. It was while he sat on the pier looking out over the small lake in the cool, still morning air that he could feel her presence. Sometimes when he talked to her she would answer. But whether or not she spoke he could always sense her.
