The Lake

The calm in between the storm.

When we go to the lake, all misunderstandings and tension slip away if only for the minutes that we spend staring at the water. The calming sounds of the water moving forward and receding. The delicate sprinkling of the waves, the clearness of the lake, so clear you can tell the difference between different colored pebbles and sand. Like the gentle caresses of a mother. Today, the waves are so gentle almost in anticipation of the fragility of the situation. Almost tip toeing around us, creating a safe family cocoon of comfort. These are the moments when the love filters through. It…