Twice a year we take advantage of a real two day weekend by heading to the lake. It’s short, but always ends up being the perfect “time outside of time” moment for me, probably because some of it looks like this:
That’s my mom, Cokes, in the lake by herself at sunset. She caught nothing (except maybe a parasite? Lake swimming is questionable sometimes), but stayed in there for probably an hour. I’d like to think it was less about the fish and more about the solitude and smallness that accompanies standing in a lake in the face of a beautiful sunset. Isn’t that what vacation’s all about, after all?
In other news, I finally got a DSLR! Watch out, world.