Summer of Water

Your life walks around a small mountain lake in northern mountains. How the wind through the trees sounds like water when you are walking, how the trees themselves are tallest near the little lake, how you got here and the way you came.

At this age, how happy the surface looks to you, how pleased to serve the light and the dark, how you trust that the water never turns its eyes from the depths.

At this age, not a coming out of but a going in to a coming out of.

Later, your life comes to rest for a few moments beside the great Yellowstone Lake, where the water walks from one horizon to the other, and then you follow the river home.

Winter of snow and ice. Summer of water.