In the evenings, the sun lit up the hills. Golden fire facing east, and the water smooth as glass. You can dive off the end of this dock (as long as you do a surface dive, you’re good); in the mornings, the sun sparkles off the water – it is a lake full of diamonds. Very distracting for someone so distracted by shiny things…
Water lapping lazily at the shore and the whisper of wind through rattling poplar leaves – what better to lull you to sleep, to send you precious dreams and unexpected visions? And in the morning, the welcoming scent of fresh coffee. Family, laughter, comfort, new folks, old folks, plenty of steak and lobster (cousin Ess knows “a bunch of Newfies” who send him fresh (still living) lobster and crab every year. Cousin Ay made a thirty-gallon tank that fits on the BBQ pit. Lots of lobster), golf, swimming, canoes, boats, tube rides, and, best of all, tossing both kids in the lake and swimming out after their giggles surface.
In the evenings, the sun lit up the hills. Smoke and fire facing East. The sun has dipped just below the rolling hills. At any moment, you kind of expect the roar of an uncontrollable grass fire to race through, in the wake of herds of deer, rabbits, skunks, and little bluebirds. In particular, a skunk called Flower, with buddies Thumper and Bambi.
MMmmmm. Roast venison.
We had that!!
But srsly. This sky was pretty amazing.
I didn’t really want to leave, to be honest. But I have this interview, see, with this guy what wrote some books I really like. So I had to come home. And this was my view as I drove home along the muddy, noisy gravel road.
*sigh* I’ve missed you, Valley. But why could you not come with a lake that also includes my cousins, aunts, and uncles?
Bye, lake. See you soon.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.