Worley weather was much cooler today, and for the first time this summer i wore long pants and a hooded sweatshirt. i trekked down to our old log swing overlooking the bay. For a good thirty minutes i sat on the well worn seat and swayed gently back and forth, keeping rythum to my own inner thoughts; Thoughts not deep or profound, but by choice carefree and loose.
The lake was slate like, the sky cloudy and grey. A slight breeze brushed against my face and moved the limbs of trees. I watched as several boats criss-crossed across the water, some pulling skiers. I could hear their muted voices and happy laughter, and felt glad for the good time they were having.
Across the lake , looking towards Harrison, i took notice of the three layered mountain range, and the depth of beauty it portrayed. I wondered if i'd ever grow tired of sitting and starring at this scene, and knew immediately i never would.
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