Silence . . . silence that is even more deafening than cross country skiing through the deep space between the towering rocky mountains. I lie on my back, floating just a few feet above tall spires of seaweed. I lie in the dark water, with the dark sky above me. I feel as though I am enclosed in a very small space. My four senses fade away and now there is only scent. It has been so long since I had the desire to jump into the lake. The scent brings back the memories of many childhood swims. I lift my head up immediately, and climb up the ladder and out of the lake within less than a minute from when I slowly stepped in.
I decided to go for a late night swim too get out of the cottage, which was much hotter than the outdoors. Now, being wet, I lay on the dock to let the cooling effect sink in, a light summer breeze helps. My bathing suit slowly drips through the boards of the dock, clinking lightly across the metal bars and returns to the lake.
I lay down to watch the stars, my slick wet hair falls smoothly behind me.
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Now we are transitioning seasons. The lake will soon be too cold to swim in; the air is already crisp. The breeze that blows makes it feel more like sweater weather than swimsuit weather. I look back on pictures of hikes from last year at this time, and now look forward to many hikes with beautiful colours . . . leaves floating on water.