Here at the Lake

August 18. Another quiet lake night. Swam as the sun went down and the moon appeared. Lakes are the most peaceful places. Of course I love the ocean too, and the waves can easily lull one into a meditative trance, but for swimming in the evening there is nothing to me like the gentle quiet of a lake.

Then again, I don’t know why I am always comparing. Which is better, ocean or lake? City or Country? Talking things through or letting things go? Why not just try to enjoy wherever it is you are, whatever it is you’re doing?

This always seemed so far off – this lake vacation – and now we’re here and I want to hold onto every minute. It’s hard to think of ever not being here.

Tomorrow I’ll be lucky enough to wake again to this lake. And soon enough we’ll be back in the city, school will be in fully swing, the streets will be full of shouting and crowds, the days full of a million demands. From that concrete jungle, in memory, these quiet nights will feel like a dream.

woman looking at sea while sitting on beach
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2 thoughts on “Here at the Lake

  1. I love your push/pull considerations…and I am reminded again of your childhood beach house and my childhood lake house…these connections to places that stay with us and show up over and over again in our writing…there is so much peace in the water. (Mostly!)
    Safe travels.


  2. Amie! Just seeing this comment for some reason. Where was your childhood lake house again? Yes – these connections to places stay with us and show up again and again in our writing. I love thinking of it that way. (Can’t wait to read your piece.)


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