The Lake

The boyfriend's family's lake.
I miss England.

There, I said it.

But I am currently enjoying this view, and even though I have been to this lake more times than I can count, my God does it perpetually amaze me. The ripples in the smooth, blue surface remind me of Venetian glass blown before the invention of cell phones. The silence is tender as it envelopes me, and soothing like my mom.

There are worse ways to recover from those nasty bugs I always seem to catch on planes.

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