When a person lives near water, it’s easy to spend a lot of time looking at it.
The water changes. A lot.
When this area was full of sailing ships in the 19th century, sailors were rightly wary of the changing lake. They knew storms could rage in a matter of hours; that a calm morning meant nothing as there could be eight foot waves by afternoon.
But I love the changes. From still, to choppy, to calm again- all in a day.
And the colors? There are not enough names for them.
Finally, it is summer. The tourists are here in full force. Today there was a parade which we attended, and there are bands playing, food stands, and craft vendors. There will be fireworks tonight, and we will be glad to go. But the best part of our life here in this place of so much that is good? For me, it’s the water- the always changing, always beautiful water.