The months leading up to winter were when the lake was at its finest. The sun, sinking lower in the sky, sent diamonds skipping off the water’s surface. The trees swayed and bowed gently with the breeze. Leaves twisted and waved, holding on as long as they could before they would let go, float to the ground and join their siblings to form a winter blanket over the earth.
The water remained calm that time of year. The summer boaters, fisherman, and weekend campers had all packed up and returned to their busy lives. Only one soul remained to witness the grandeur of the hillside on fire and growing brighter every day. One person, who arrived precisely at the same time every year, lingered on to watch the reflections in the water evovle with the passage of time.
It was peaceful up there at the lake at that time of year. It was also when he was most productive. There he was disconnected from it all. All the noise, distractions, and constant battle for his attention seemed like a distant dream when he was by the water. All those things that carried such importance and weight back in the city showed themselves to be silly and a waste of precious resources. That place always had the effect of making him feel small and insignificant, just what he needed sometimes.
To be resumed…
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