Sure the lake level is low, as it is every winter, making it difficult to enjoy this huge lake, but just our little part right here is beautiful.
And it’s always changing. The light moves and twinkles and shifts and the water ruffles and calms.
I have lots of time to sit and reflect as the sun goes down and the shadows lengthen across the slew.
I wish my parents were here. But the house is still filled with their presence. Not the same of course, as having them physically here.
But not as sad as it was in the beginning.
Lots of good memories flit through my mind as I watch the water shift in the changing light.
We’re lucky they left us this place. I think they’re glad we come to visit.
But I bet they miss us all too.