Back at the lake

I sat on a cement wall today and thought about the lake house. I thought about all the times spent with my feet bare and in swinging off the dock, grazing the chilly water while Sam, Tiffanie, Bryan, and Kaleena played and splashed. I thought about all the cups of coffee I drank in my wet swimsuit, sitting at the table with Aunt Beast. And the more I thought about the lake and the tighter I closed my eyes, the more like waves people’s feet scraping across the pavement sounded. And the tractors, mowing the athletic fields began to sound more like motor boats with the laughter and chatter of my peers turning into the laugher and chatter of people happily tubing behind the boats. And the snippets of conversation I heard resembled more and more the pleasant conversation of those out on the pontoon boats cruising. And I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and felt a breeze blow through my hair. And in my heart, for just a moment, I was at home on the lake.

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