A View Of The Lake

A journal entry from Saturday, August 6, 2016

following our annual, family trip to Michigan.

            Can you smell the water in the breezes off the lake?  It’s the same smell that has been associated with this scene looking out over the rippled aqua-blue for as long as I can remember.  I know you can hear it.  The lapping of the waves on the shoreline; slapping the sides of the boats as they bounce, tug, and jostle in their moorings beside the dock.  The boats out on the lake race by, sometimes simply to see how fast they can go, often times pulling skiers or tubers in wild-eyed excitement.  After the boats pass, the cadence of the waves speed up and grow in volume, when the liquid frequencies left behind, finally reach the shoreline.  

Kayakers and those on paddleboards cruise just outside the docks; out past the brightly colored windsocks and kids wrestling, flipping, diving, and cannon-balling out into the air and water.  With the passing of the cumulus clouds, the shades of blue out on the surface of the lake shift as the sun sifts down through the gaps. 

The shades create lines of distinctions, much like the lines on a map that mimic a depth chart.  All of this from under the shaded canopy of the giant white oak; on a little deck out in front of the family’s homestead.

See you along The Way…