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The Lake Among Mountains
I remember freshness in the air, mostly semi-sweet, pure-untouched, and without additives, I inhaled-all-my-lungs-could-contain… Every tree was set aglow from a posture that signified a stance of proud stature. Floating pockets of ice were simmering about and soon would be no more. The chill of a toe in water would shock a person with respect. She was not ready to invite her visitors in for a swim. Eloquent buds where blossoming into existence with the excitement that spring brings to the cycle of seasons. Each view capture images worthy of brush and oil to canvas. Blue skies touched mountains and mirrored back the lakes reflection with a smirk of pride. What a delicacy my mind was devouring, I could hardly appreciate the delight. What promise the lake gives and expects nothing but repeatedly pours into the seasons of every life.
Silence echoed through the cold mountains for many months, as layer upon layer of brilliant white snow stacked in windblown drifts. The heaviness of every flake stretched branches making the tree limbs weep with winter exhaustion. A reverberating drip was the result of the sun blazing rays that targeted every melting surface. I knelt down and grasped the soft covering under a tree and compact the flakes with a grip of hope to never let go. I had experienced winters and savored each glimpse I retained with anticipation to live the memory again. The creaking of the trees was like stretching from a long nap, while droplets of water were randomly targeting me as-I-exhaled-slowly. Abruptly a snowmobile violently screamed in the distance and I smiled, with envy.
Winnipesaukee was more than a summer escape I found great joy in visiting year round for the excitement that was left for discovery. The Indians named her “the lake with an island for everyday of the year”, so deep in one place it has yet to be ventured by man. This prized lake sits between the White Mountains and feeds on natural warm water springs from below. An eternity of years past -- shaped evolution, contributed by glacier to result in the strong character etched in the lake for the eternity to come. Close to every visitor’s heart, majestic, gracious and full of new found satisfaction.
I thought returning to the lake was due to a habit, what I missed was the draw to re-live, re-discover, and re-new at the place that never lets me down. I’m always pleased at the lake where nature embraces its finest display. The second my eye lids would break free from the hard sleep of mountain air my batteries are charged. Mornings in the cottage started with reigniting a flame from last night’s embers or a shivering swim out to the diving platform. Waking at the lake resembles the adrenaline of Christmas morning anticipation which seems to always deliver an above average day. The gift is always reliable and the requirement is to spend time with her as appreciation for her beauty.
Every evening brought anticipation for morning. As I would watch swarms of glow bugs descending, ascending in random formation bobbing through the air like stars twinkling in dusk. The day may have passed but a new one constantly approaches. It was seemingly bittersweet ending another day almost in sacrifice for the next.
Skiing on glass was an occasional treat when I could get a driver to pull me. The sun is still low in the sky but everything is well lit, sliding on water’s edge in tow behind the boat was effortless fun. As smooth as ice; and as soft as powdered snow; but as wet as water; I’d relax and take in the morning dew. Pockets of fog hung over the water from the cold air giving way to the warming morning. I looked left cutting across the wake soaring to the other side with a grin and pleasure of avoiding mid-day choppy waters. Each time I would dig harder into the turn and slack would meet the rope to grant me with a jolt of speed. The tiring arm strength made me retreat to locking my arm in the tow bar triangle, giving my hands a chance to re-grip.
Taking in the surroundings included looking down into the deep waters I was gliding on. Huge rocks, tree trunks, weeds and clumps or grimily green algae lined the bottom of the waters some twenty or more feet deep. In a slowed sense of time I felt I had discovered something new to look at, as I defied gravity with speed I could see the depths below. With a hand signaling I requested a loop and drop at the dock because breakfast was calling me.
If to recognize then, how memory serves me now, are the flavorful thoughts that taste bigger and better as leftovers.
Wolfeboro, New Hampshire makes no claim to capture the essence of country charm; it just is the example to follow. This place exhibits a classy, cozy, charming community of families who ascended from the Boston beltway each spring to replenishing the soul. For generations the town draws people to rest and take in the purity of nature’s peaceful existence. The town’s residences take on a charm that could allude to the similarities of a new parent’s joy for babies’ first step. Every year bares a rebirth of life, a time to relive, happiness for warmth in the mountains that were recently frozen over in hibernation.
The joke was swimming with your mouth open. Have a drink I’d tell myself. All the cottages pump water from the lake for showers and cooking, it’s clear, clean and everybody does it. The water’s clarity exhibited purity and the invitation for snorkeling. It was most tiring to catch my breath from exhaustion; I often would use a life jacket to keep afloat. Late summer heat waves and cool sixty’s water temps balanced and comforted the baking and basting ritual between wet and sweat. I would spend whole days in the water floating about and the only regret was forgetting sun block on the back of my legs. The nose lifting scent of aloe is pleasing and soothing at the same time, cooling, comforting, and gooey. A great compliment to the lake…
Mid-summer muggy nights were perfect for taking the boat out at night to get ice cream at the town docks. It’s surprisingly different on the water when shrouded with darkness. There is an ever cautious mind-set, and then the-pitch-dark - seizes-you. Instincts demand you to be aware of your surroundings. The only conclusive difference is the absence of light. I realize the water, its hazards, rocks, and nautical makers don’t move but I slow down my thinking when the strength of my sight is diminished by darkness. Without seasons and without light there would be no balance for extremes. The splendor is in the seasonal cycles of life but greater depth is revealed when we slow down and recall on the comfort the lake brings year round.
The fall signifies a procession. It was a floating line of wooden classics in pristine condition gliding across the water as a diplomatic throw back to the early 1900’s. Personally I was fascinated with how they out shine late model boats made from molded fiberglass bottoms. The fall boat parade was the last collective time for every age to thank the lake for her hospitality. The crowds stood with sweater in hand because of the unpredictable-whimsical temperature shift that mountain air delivers. As the locals congregated to view the annual event an innate stage was set with burnt orange, rich red, sickly yellow, decaying brown and evergreen leaves canvassing the back-drop. From a distance the complex blend of colors transformed the setting and the beautiful spectacle signified the circle of life. The sheen of each hull reflected the sun bounced glare of the water which was beginning to darken from the impending chill. A seasonal transformation was present again and there was no slow or altering the inevitable shift, but again find peace in change as a promise for more to come.
The End.
Author’s motive:
The peace and prosperity of seasons is a repetitive blessing that can be seen through many aspect of nature. The objective was to carry the look and feel of each season in an arbitrary way to signify that each season has its beauty and one season without the prior or preceding would take away from the joy of evolution. The readers reward is associating with the personalities of nature’s elements and season that give nature emotions.
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