You Don’t Always Hear It
Joseph grabbed the edge of the dock and pulled himself out of the river.
Few things were as exhilarating as his early morning swim. The cold water and fresh air pumped energy into him better than any gym membership he’d had.
After the morning sun dry him, he stood and headed the path leading to his home.
He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet smell of flowers as he walked along the path, oblivious to the world around him.
A few steps later, something bit into his leg. He looked down in time to see the rattlesnake strike again.