The Lake

I have walked this neck of the woods before, years ago. I know this neck of the woods and the mighty silver lake tucked deep within the green. A man used to live on the shore of this lake. He was a friendly man. But he is not here anymore. And the lake, as the heat of summer winds down, is more beautiful than ever.

I love this lake. It makes magic. This lake loves me. This lake allowed me to walk on the surface of her water to the center of her blue lagoon, where I plunged in.

And came out baptized.