idea, documenting our life spent on Pleasant Lake (yes, it truly lives up to its name) was going to
be my first foray into publishing until 'Stay For Lunch' bubbled up and demanded to be heard.
So there... I have said it which means I must do it. Here is an inkling of what's to come:
Kayak Waltz
in the middle of the lake,
our kayaks spin
as the light changes.
First a brilliant glow
on the far shore,
illuminating the last row of cottages
edged with dusky blue
and deep green reflections.
The sun melts golden
into the horizon
as the light shifts to the west
and transforms into blood red orange
highlighted by smoky streaks of gray
sketched across the sky.
Billowy puffs turn into
medallions of magenta
outlined with pools of shimmering silver.
Sky meets lake, reflects sky,
only the kayak edge separates the two.
Night after night, spin after spin,
we do the sunset waltz
and remain wonder struck.
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