Friday, September 16, 2016

September 16, 2016
An Ocean Full of Love at the Lake by Teri H Hoover ©
For Dan, Lisa and Cassandra 

Returning home, the light dwindles.
The last hour darkness attempts its overtake.
My smile is welcoming as the full moon appears.
Familiar streets seem new.
The car quietly settles in the drive.
My dog jumps from her seat, and the jangle of her collar is consumed by the song of crickets. Partial unpacking, with hellos and greetings. There is cold watermelon, a long hot shower, and silent sitting.
Between here and there,
time and distance...
between me and them,
time and distance...
Today is overcast and as calm as my heart.
Thoughtful and still. Searching my memory for drift wood and stones. Pouring over the treasures of the lake. Recollections of a walk along the shore, shared with souls realizing this walk as precious. Each breath of sun filled September air, a blessing. The waves of Lake Erie gentle yet urgent. We sit unknowingly creating judgement, wringing every drop of beauty into our hearts. We collect small stones as if we will collect a million more.
We collect small stones, tangible connections to this world. Tangible connections with those we love.
In the evening he lights a fire to the sky. Limitless stretching, the blending of earth, wind and fire. Human laughter mimics the warmth of the fire and the lapping of the waves.
Silence will surely follow, but only for awhile. The winter will come. But we create eternal summer.
I send peace, I send love, I send strength.

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