Lakeside, Wisconsin. . We’re doing back flips off docks, double-bouncing on the trampoline, an
Lakeside, Wisconsin. . We’re doing back flips off docks, double-bouncing on the trampoline, and playing dodgeball. I feel twelve. . This is a bold statement, but I think I love lakes the most. More than the ocean. I know, I’ve offended you. You’re shouting. I’m being controversial. Listen…. I love the sea. I love it’s bigness and beauty. I love playing in the waves and looking for dolphins. . But a lake is humble. It is quiet and crisp. It isn’t proving itself. It has an old marriage with the forest, a cute marriage. The lake and the forest and the dock and the birds and the afternoon light. . And because you can see the other shore, it feels like a hug. It doesn’t intimidate. . @laurenpaul8 said, ‘I love lakes because you can know them. A river is always flowing, running away. There’s a violence to it. The ocean is so big, it is unknowable. But a lake is cozy. It is still. Inviting. Friendly.’ . I just think of the times I’ve been dangling my feet off a wooden dock, with a beer in my hand and talking to a friend, and I can’t imagine heaven being any better than that. . And skinny dipping. Of course. . : @samanthamarq (at Lake Owen, Wisconsin) -- source link