The Lake. It is reliable, my friend, always there to greet me on my terms. It holds secrets that are shared. It has no need for boasting for it is humble.
It hears and holds the dreams of those who spoke of them. It knows the pain and sorrow of those despair.
It's darkness assures that our secrets remain in the deep water.
Colors slowly change whispering the cold to come,
Shrouded in fog it becomes another world.
Cold rain for days making one long for warmth and refuge.
The cold that it promised arrived.
Then a slow Winter revealed Spring.
Summer once again arrived with all its life and splendor.
Jan
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