Lake Therapy 247/366

they have hung heavy,
much like a winter woolen cloak settling over me,
memories of burying Bill have filled my mind 
on this warm summer day
so after soccer practice I escaped to the lake

This is the bench Bill and I sat on when we needed to be alone to hash things out.
It is where I started out this evening
because "my place" was occupied by a couple when I arrived.

When the couple left, I moved to "my" gazebo.

a family walking

a couple swinging

boat motors humming

crickets chirping

cicadas buzzing

fish splashing

whippoorwills serenading

water lapping the shoreline

fishermen talking

shadows falling

a dog barking

swing chains creaking

birds calling

dusk approaches

quiet noises fill the almost night air

the family
and the couple left
so it's just me, 
the Colonel
and Lori in the gazebo now

















I've come to escape by reading,
but a pontoon boat passes
and memories crowd out reading 
tears leave trails down my cheeks
on this late summer evening hour 

something about being by the water brings order to my jumbled mind
quiets my shouting thoughts
calms my swirling emotions
slows my racing heart
soothes my weary soul

I am loathe to leave this place
but know it's not wise or safe to stay here alone as night approaches
tires in the gravel behind me alert me
it's time to go
goodbye for now peaceful respite