I mentioned in "A Woodsy Walk" that the stroll also included time by the lake.
There is a long, steep drop beneath this piece of land.
Erosion has clearly taken place, but the trees are, nonetheless, hanging on to life.
Their grip may be tenuous,
their eventual fate inevitable,
but still they dig in, grab hold, and proudly stand their ground.
The lake stretches out well into the distance.
Land is not even visible, just a barge on the horizon.
From this perspective, one could believe this massive expanse to be an ocean.
I'll hush now.
Enjoy your own private moments by the water.
Care to share a thought?
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