#46 The Lake

The lake rolls by, it’s water holding the experiences of its embraced.

The child who learned to swim by paddling to her mother.

The teenager who learned about love and lust on the sandy beach.

The group of good buddies who talked about life’s conquests while launching the jet skis.

The group of middle-agers desperately hoping the boat will enforce family time with the fleeing teenagers.

The solitary man who tells his life story to the dog who sleeps, and fish he catches.

The same water, binding like the collective unconsciousness. A soul of its own.


Lake Erie

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