The morning was cold but perfect. Jenna concentrated on her breathing and the pounding of her feet against the pavement. Reaching the corner of Bay and Waterway she turned north, running toward the river. At the corner of Waterway and
, Jenna paused, jogging in place, as an old truck slowly passed. She crossed the road, making a beeline for the path beside Joe’s Tackle Shop. A little blue sign pointed the way to the public pier. Slowing her pace to a walk, Jenna made her way to the end of the wooden planks and leaned against the railing. She listened to the water as it gently lapped around the pilings. Seagulls flew overhead, hoping for an easy breakfast. While apologizing for coming empty handed, Jenna pulled her hood up, trying to keep the cold off her ears. Her eyes moved, taking in the rustic beauty around her. Just off to the right, on a lone weathered piling, a pelican kept watch. And beyond him, in the distance, a boat ambled its way up the river. Riverside
The chugging of a motor grew steadily louder, pulling Jenna’s attention to her left. A skiff drew near to the pier and puttered by, carrying an old man. Gray hair surrounded a weathered face. He threw up a gnarled hand in greeting. Jenna smiled and waved back.