Pewaukee Lake Journal

I watch as the sky turns orange, then yellow, then pink, like multi-flavored sherbet. I feel the sand ooze from between my toes.  I smell rotting and decomposing twinged with a pinch of poop. I see the skeletons of many dead fish.  I taste the sweetness of my ice cream mixed with the bile that is now coming up my throat. I hear the laughs of children as they swim in the lake. Too bad they don't know about the e coli.