At the Lake

Labor Day weekend at the lake, but it’s not the clichè version at all. There’s not one water sport or one beer anywhere. I think I’d like a tiny bit of the clichè…

Being on the water is therapy, even on a pontoon with eleven people. I didn’t handle it quite as well today as usual, as I felt more vulnerable than the usual heightened sensitivity to all the senses. Regardless, the beauty brought plenty of rescue from the mind…