Deda, words just seem to flow from your heart and your mind to conjure up memories of beautiful times past. There is never a more peaceful time than one on the lake in the early morning hours.
After a tense day in the city. the weight of the world would just leave my shoulders when I would crest the mountain at Bat Cave, heading to a weekend at the lake. In the winter months, crossing the dam I could see on the hill, the smoke I knew was coming from the cabin and knew I was almost home!
Lovely, lyrical reflection!
Beautiful. Thank you.
Deda, words just seem to flow from your heart and your mind to conjure up memories of beautiful times past. There is never a more peaceful time than one on the lake in the early morning hours.
After a tense day in the city. the weight of the world would just leave my shoulders when I would crest the mountain at Bat Cave, heading to a weekend at the lake. In the winter months, crossing the dam I could see on the hill, the smoke I knew was coming from the cabin and knew I was almost home!
Thank you for awakening these wonderful memories
Mary, this is beautiful, a miniature story.
Loved canoeing early morning on a lake in NH as camp counselor. Such peace!!
At around that same time in life, I remember coming to work early as a rec field crafts teacher, to open the little crafts house before the day began.