THE LAKE

I was larger than life. I saw the grass turn from green to gold and to green again. A sea of color spread throughout the landscape as if God made the Earth his birthday cake.  My favorite spot was above an expanse of blue, the lake. In the perfect spot, you could see the universe and all its secrets. It was Noah’s ark, where every being received its vitals. The giraffes dipped their tall necks into the water. The prairie dogs loved to splash and play. The non-prairie dogs would run in and run and out, to the amusement of their companions who sometimes joined them.

I, personally, loved to soar above the blue, right above the crest of highest waves. I was close enough to feel the coolness emanating from the water without being touched by it. My more telestial friends regarded me with such awe and wonder, asking what it was like “up there” and at first the answers were as magical and wondrous as the world itself. But then one day, they weren’t.

After coming back home from one of the coldest winters, I found myself alone. I waited for a few days, as if waiting for some secret surprise party. Heading back towards my second home, I glided over the lake, for what would be my last time. I looked into the slick black abyss and knew the place I called home was no longer.

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