Every day it's the first thing I see from any window in the house. If I am having breakfast it catches my eye, twinkling in the morning light. Later I could be on the phone chatting and I am drawn suddenly to notice the lake darkening and soaking up every shard of light into it's depths. At night when I close the curtains on the day, it's moonlit shadows and reflections form an eery backdrop.
The lake has moods. It shudders and ripples or starts to solidify in a sheet of glass. The events that surround it can be both heavenly and bizarre. Baptisms, horses swimming with boys on their backs, herons swooping over and back, parties, picnics, scout camping trips, lovers trysts, forest fires. Sometimes its as if we both have to raise our eyebrows in shared dismay!
On Autumn evenings like this one, the earth tilts and the setting sun magic descends. The lake and I now commune with the sky. She is solid and still. All dressed up with absolutely no where to go. Dignified, ages older and deeper. Her dazzling beauty and golden highlights are on full display.
I am giddy and happy. Up on the roof, elbows resting on the edge, playing at being the flaxen haired lady of the lake. I picture my future older self. She is pushing the boat out, trailing her fingers in the icy water and soaking it all in for as long as she can.......and there's room in the boat for a few old lady pals too!