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I stood on the shore of the lake...
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I stood on the shore of the lake watching the mist rise off the surface of the water. My sleepiness wafted off of me in just the same way. There was coolness in the air that spoke of autumn whispers, not quite ready to be known.
As I inhaled the freshness of the morning I felt a renewed hope for what awaited us when we returned home. This little vacation was exactly what we had needed; that time to reconnect, to play together, the time to look into each others’ eyes.
His hand slipped around my waist, and I could feel the warmth reach the skin under my wrap. As he kissed my cheek and leaned his head against mine, I knew the promise of a new season was upon us.
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THE LAKE
I stood on the shore of the crystal clear lake,
Thinking and brooding about the start of my day.
Would life be easier for me today,
Or will the problems of yesterday continue to pain?
The water surface is like a looking glass,
Shimmering and reflecting any object within range;
But my features are distorted and don't appear my own
Or is this the way others actually see me?
Rippling waves marr the surface when fish are bursting out
And now the lake's face is a kaleidoscope of colors
Showing me the autumn foliage in fanciful strobes,
Or is it an illusion conjured by my mind?
The mist is slowly rolling off the lake
Causing shadows as the morning sun begins to rise;
It is time to enter the real world with rushing people and worries,
Or can I remain here safe, snug and secure in the glow of the lake?
Journey
Pushing through dark woods
Doubting myself
Sick and fearful
Trudging onward despite the fear and doubt,
The brambles drag thorns across my skin,
I struggle through the undergrowth,
Around the trees,
Until the trees become smaller,
The undergrowth lessens,
Falls away,
Sand crunches underfoot and
I stand on the shore of the lake, looking out.
I just can't believe the dock is still there...after so many harsh winters and sun bleached summers. Even though I moved decades ago, I am certain this is the same lake. The leaves were even turning on the other side, just like they are now. It was the coldest swim of my life...the only comfort was that so many others went with me. That dock was stacked with us that night wall to wall...Wow, we were crazy then.
It was the last prom before we all split... some for college...others to follow their own paths and we thought that night would last forever. It seems like yesterday but how many years has it been...I, I can't remember any more...Mussolini had just joined Hitler in his cause and we knew that us guys ...even those of us headed for college would never finish...without seeing Germany.
I swear, I see and hear muted sounds and the souls of George, the Martin twins, Shirley...the whole gang on that dock pushing and shoving, laughing, some singing and I was right in the middle of 'em all.
With the passing of my youngest son, I'm the only one left. Only a remnant of the man, the boy I used to be. My family, my comrades in arms, my lovers...all passed before me.
As I stand back at the threshold of my young adulthood, I'm so thankful to you on the dock...I know you hear me. I'll see you soon I'm sure.
"Yes I'm quite ready to go".
"It was so nice of you to bring me back here for my 90th".
"Talking to my friends again, makes the time at the home more bearable".
Straining to see the dock once more beyond the fingerprinted window of the van ..."Hey guys save a place for me...I'll be back"
Dan
Dan, I thoroughly enjoyed that!
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Thanks Dani,
I started out with a totally different idea but somehow it evolved into it's own reality! It was like I had a ghost writer...well maybe I am getting a bit carried away but it was one of those stories that just came out after I started typing. I think we have all been there.
Dan
Dan, Actually, that's quite understandable...I usually write like this. It's a rare happening when I write something that I had envisioned beforehand. Great job with the evolved writing!
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I was the first to wake in the morning. My feet hurt from the hike we'd taken the day before, but it was all worth it to be here now. The lake calmly rippled the reflections of the world. It seemed to whisper to me. Everything is ok. None of that really matters anyway.
How nice it is to listen to this. The sounds of absolutely nothing but nature. I listen to the breeze. A distant call of a bird lifts my heart within myself and I sigh. I stood on the shore of the lake, letting all my thoughts wash away with the water. All the worries from back home. The work I didn't want to do that still lay on the desk I didn't want to return to.
I let those things rest. Because for now I wasn't there. I wasn't back home. So I wasn't going to worry. For once I wasn't going to worry at all. Today is a fresh day of wandering, exploring the world, listening to nothing, and preparing nothing but perhaps roasted fish over the fire.
I didn't have to wear make up. I didn't even have to brush my hair if I didn't want to. But I did anyway because it was for me. That's what this day is about. Me. I closed my eyes and took a breath, letting the fresh cool air fill my lungs. The scent came with it... of pine and spruce and whatever else that was. I was invigorated.
I looked behind myself. No one else had stirred. The camp was still silent.
Then, as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I was already running. The air whipping at my face and my hair stringing behind me felt so exhilarating. I hit the water with a splash and dove into it. It's cold embrace was a shock at first but then I rested into it, soaking my clothes and laughing.
Because today, I could.
I stood on the shore of the lake watching the mist rise off the surface of the water. My sleepiness wafted off of me in just the same way. There was coolness in the air that spoke of autumn whispers, not quite ready to be known.
As I inhaled the freshness of the morning I felt a renewed hope for what awaited us when we returned home. This little vacation was exactly what we had needed; that time to reconnect, to play together, the time to look into each others’ eyes.
His hand slipped around my waist, and I could feel the warmth reach the skin under my wrap. As he kissed my cheek and leaned his head against mine, I knew the promise of a new season was upon us.
I am so impressed with the talent that finds its way onto this blog.
Way to go!
I stood on the shore of the lake and knew I was finally home
I made my way through the hustle and bustle of life
I paid my dues
I worked and toiled
I even sometimes boiled over
All for the chance to be
Be where I was meant to be
When I first arrived there on the shore of the lake
I knew, this was home for me
My soul was calm and happy to be
Be
Be on the shore of the lake for me
Lynda...If you are reading the post on here today...I just wanted to let you know that there is something about your photo that draws out a felling of hope, of relaxation and peace. Beautiful image...all of your photos are beautiful.
Dan
I stood on the shore of the lake, breathing in the fog and the reflections. Nothing was clear anymore.
I took off my jacket and my shoes and socks, took a deep breath, and dove into the same lake that I used to play in as a child.
The water had seemed deeper then. My stomach and legs scraped against the rocky bottom of the lake and I let the rocks and sand and weeds tug on my clothes as I sunk further into the lake. When my lungs started to feel wet and heavy, I kicked hard to get to the surface, with my cotton tee-shirt and heavy jeans pulling down on my body. My face dipped into the cool air and I breathed in, slowly.
My whole body was fighting me, but I made it to the dock in the middle of the lake and pulled myself onto it. The breeze washed over me as I lay there for hours. I was an island.
I stood on the shore of the lake watching the colorful leaves rustle across the water. I had never seen them as anything but green, and some how it didn't seem possible they could change. But they were real trees, weren't they? Every summer I could remember we left before they could tinge with the colors of fall.
But I wasn't leaving this time, and the rainbow across the lake seemed surreal. A harsh barking yanked me out of my dream. A dog was rounding the curve of the beach, and I started to panic. I thought no one could find me here.
"Baily! Heel!" A man came into view running to catch up with his pet. The dog stopped several yards away "I'm sorry, there's usually isn't any one around." He clipped Baily on his leash, then glanced over his shoulder, "I thought that cabin was just a summer home, I didn't know..."
"There usually isn't any one here, yeah." I agreed. The man gestured in the other direction, at the trees I had been admiring. "They've turned earlier than normal. Be glad your here to see them."
"Oh, I am." I sighed, but I there wasn't any one there.
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