The Cottage — Life at the Lake

The “Lake” has a name, but nobody seems to use it. We are simply heading to the lake, or going up to the island, and both are more terms of endearment than descriptions of a destination. Here we have time to think, time to read. We have plenty of time for contemplation. We go down to the dock and stare vacantly over the bay. We perform insignificant tasks without conscience nagging us with guilt. We take idle walks, hear the call of the loon, and observe the flight of a raven and the shifting winds and waves.