She closes her eyes and thinks about the summer nights from years past at the cottage on the lake.

Just her Grandfather and her at the lake. He would take her fishing, canoeing, hiking, anything she wanted. Sometimes they would even track the deer or rabbits and just watch them from afar.

The bond between them was immaculate, despite the generation gap. They would walk along the beach barefoot at night and watch the moonbeams hit the waves as the warm water washed over their feet. Sometimes they wouldn�t say a word, but it didn�t mean they had nothing to say.

The last time she was at the cottage was a chilly September dawn. She walked to the end of the dock and sat down to watch the sun rise over the trees one last time. She dipped her feet into the calm cool water. Now that she had something that needed to be heard, there was no one to listen.

She opens her eyes to snowflakes and a blackened sky. She is sitting alone on the cold, hard cement under the local drugstore�s awning. Tired of selling her soul to men, and her body to the drugs. The only tracks she sees now are those that run along her arms.

If only he could see her now. How sorry he would feel, how ashamed she would be, but he can�t, so she won�t stop.