As a child I spent several weeks each summer at my Grandparents camp on Lake Champlain. It was a truly wonderful place to be and I have such fond and special memories of it. When it gets dark at the lake, it gets very dark. The dark brought out the magic. I loved the lightening bugs sparkling through the trees. I loved the sound of the Whip-Poor-Will calling. And I loved that on a clear night it seemed as though you could see every star in the sky. One of my favorite things to do was to head down to the beach at night and lay out on the very end of the dock. As I lay there the darkness of the sky met the darkness of the lake water and I felt as though I was floating in a tunnel of black. You could hear the gentle lapping of the water against the dock causing it to rock ever so slightly. I would stare up at the stars, sometimes trying to identify different constellations, sometimes just getting lost in a dream. In that blackness the stars seemed so close – like you could reach up and touch them – they seemed to wrap around you like a blanket. It was so soothing and serene, just lying there, breathing in the lake air, feeling the warmth of a breeze across your face, for just a short time it felt as though you were in another time, another place. If I got really, really lucky I would see a shooting star – of course I made a wish!
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4/5/2023 09:30:55 pm
What a great experience! I love being on the lake... I also love that you have a tab entitled "Wanderlust" as that's the name I gave to my Jeep because it describes my inner spirit...
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