Night Crossing

 Night Crossing


Before moonrise, the night was pitch black, the forecast bleak with storms. The rowboat was small, but the cargo - two little brothers - was precious. Their parents and grandparents - fellow passengers - were vigilant to make the crossing safely. The two boys - six and two years young- saw the watery night through wide-open eyes. Their Captain Daddy pulled mightily on the old boat’s oars to bring Mommy, George, August, Grandma, and Grandpa safely to the tiny dock lost in the gloomy distance. The islanders, now mainlanders again, headed home. By this time, a great balloon of a super moon had come out to light their way, a sure sign that they had made the right decision to cross the water when they did, and not be marooned in the storm.


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