In the hill above me, about 45min. there is a small lake, called Utica, no power boats allowed, I go at least five times a year, it has got to be the most perfect description of this. Thank you so much for taking us there. and so well. Joel.
I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel.
...in my boxers...
I loved this one. Perhpas because I can relate... solotude is priceless for me these days.... a place to go and be along, and think. There is peace there. Or at least comfort. You bring the story from it's start to it's ending (perhaps another beginning?) splendidly. Another enjoyed read.
"My body is merely the canvas of my soul." ~ The Night Owl