summer

while on the treadmill (where I do some of my best thinking, right up there with the shower) I got the pang to be back home...summertime...in one of our kayaks, on the lake. I pictured it being dusk, and while slowly paddling around the lake I looked around and saw all the camps spotting the shore, and those silly 70's string lights (the weird big ones with the different colors) were strung up at different camps. Others just had their lights on. the lake was perfectly still, so the lights reflected perfectly on the glassy surface. Campfires were visible on the lake, the orange and yellow glow contrasting perfectly with the dark blues of dusk...oh, can't forget...the loons were doing their creepy loon thing. I need to go hiking in april, I think we'll brave the spring and maybe go on break. Maybe dad will be able to go with us, with his new knee! Strangely enough, I've never gone hiking with him. He's big into nature, but I dont think he ever had the desire to actually exercise in nature, hes more the 'stay at camp cook beans on the fire and chop wood to annoy the neighbors' type. anyways...I think I need to move back home after school, and get a house on a lake. close enough to a job and civilization, but still on a lake. Like Dorothy said, there's no place like home