The power of the Lake by Ivan Donn Carswell
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, an unveiling of towering sensitivities, a flowering of gentle obsession. The town that grew in the lee of the Lake expressed the same thoughts although hard head bastards bartered and fought for land, trying to buy the ideas for profit without embracing them. In glory days we frolicked in the Lake’s warm fringes, cast or trolled for the fish, fell in love with brilliant sunsets and blessed the citizens who shared this bounty. I could go there now and feel the same buoyed spirit welling up, infusing my veins with innocence, placating the sad humours residing there. It was where I learned to be one with the air and water, to breathe in the peace which surrounds all who enter her embrace. © I.D. Carswell
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