Lake Houses on My Mind... among other things

I've got houses by the lake on my mind.

The puttering of boat engines on the water 

The familiar smell of charcoal warming up the grill  

The pop of a top on a beer can

boce tournaments on the lawn and cannonballs into the water

sun kissed skin and freckles on my nose

corn on the cob and ice cream dripping down my chin.

Good music and good company. 

The sights, smells, and sounds of summer.

I miss my New England Summer.
It's not until I think about it that I feel so far away.

But,

yesterday

I went for a jog

 -yes, you read that right-

and as I came around the curve at the top of the hill of Fort Mason Park,

and saw the 6 o'clock sun shimmering on the water of bay

the seagulls circling

the fishermen bringing in the last catch of the day

and the golden gates framing the mountains behind them,

I was overcome by emotion.

It was absolutely breathtaking and,

I began to cry.

There I stood, in my fleece,

in June.

But, I was so overjoyed to see

and hear

and smell

what my summer feels like.

xo

*images of Thom Filicia's Lake House, source unknown