David calls this The Lake. It's actually a river that separates us from the mainland. We cross it via one of several causeways. Sometimes, we'll be on the bridge and it will be raining on one side and sunny on the other. Other days, the water will be green, speckled with white frothy caps as the wind howls in another storm. On this day, it was calm. Slight ripples slid across the surface, the only movement on the river. Blue skies and a calm "lake." What more could you ask for?
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