Lakeside
I’m in the northern latitudes at the side of a lake in Maine, where the loons call at night and a gentle mist rises from the water in the early morning. There’s barely a breeze and the water is smooth as glass. Kids are asleep in the living room, and I’ve had my coffee and sat outside in the cool morning air.
This is my second visit. The first came eight years ago after my daughter's marriage to a boy of the north woods. My late wife and I came up to meet the family and friends who were unable to make it down to Texas for the wedding festivities. Needless to say, a lot has changed since those happy days. My wife is gone and two little ones are part of my daughter’s new family. But that’s how life goes. Onward.
And to show how quickly life moves, there is now activity in the house and the grandson is going to join his mother on the lake to paddle board and maybe retrieve a golf ball in the lake because he knows I like golf. And with that I think I’ll wrap things up and step out onto the carousel of life and see about joining the party.