On Monday, before we got all this rain, my husband and I took a different route home and stopped at a lake we know. As soon as we arrived and left the car to walk down to the graveled beach our voices changed, unconsciously, to a sound a little above a whisper.
What draws us here is the utter peacefulness of the place. Not much ever disturbs its tranquility.
While W--- sat on a piece of driftwood looking out at the lake, I wandered up and down the beach observing the scenery closer to my feet.