Trying to make it to the dock.

He sees me, he smiles, but he's not shining. We have been doing this for 27 years and I can read his posture most times. It still frustrates him, then I see the pain move through his body like a dark storm moving across the lake. Tomorrow will be brighter he will lick his wounds, readjust his thoughts, then Ali and I will get him to laugh. We'll pack up the ranch and roll on down the highway.