Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. -Wallace Stevens
A mirror of the sky above, the green of trees, and the soul inside. Walking by, it’s impossible to miss a sense of wisdom, the feeling of an old friend.
Waves soothe and invite a long talk. Toss a pebble and watch the ripples find their way to the shore. In the ridges, the answers flow. For there’s nothing else to do but contemplate as the rings grow wider and wider, until they fade to glass.
Guardian trees give shade to those who feel burned by the outside world. Rustling leaves whisper lullabies and offer a gentle embrace. Life is new, fragile and green. A reminder that starting over is something sacred.
Stone talismans wash ashore, a gift to be chosen and treasured. Bathed in blue and shaped in sand, tangible proof of a walk around the lake.
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c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 