I lived in Northern California’s Lake County for a decade (1997 – 2007) . Since I moved to St. Louis in 2007, I trek back to one of my heart homes at least once a year to rejuvenate. I visit friends, and reacquaint myself with lake, creek, and ocean. It’s oyster season, too, and that doesn’t hurt a bit. It’s a feast of friendship and food. I relax more each day into the rolling rhythm of living by the lake–especially in summer.
What is the art of living by the lake? A vintage picture from the 1950s hangs on my wall with a group of friends practicing this art. They sit on the porch of a log cabin waiting for the last of their party to dock their boat and join them.
Three wait. The ladies wear sundresses. The blond must be the hostess. She stacks records on the record changer.
The host comes out with a tray of beers in fluted glasses. Only the three men drink beer. They all sit by lantern light. The brunette sits with her back to us. And, my, what a back it is. At this time of day, at dusk, her backless sundress will soon be a moon dress as it slides into undress.
The man in the red shirt waves at the fourth couple just docking their boat. The woman on the dock waves back while her man ties up the motor boat. The arriving couple walks beneath the promenade of tall oak trees on the cobblestone path and gambols up the stairs to meet their friends for an evening of relaxation.
What is the mythology represented here? A land with no cares. A place to rest, relax, drop all worries and enjoy the good life of scrumptious lunches, civilized afternoon teas, memorable dinners with friends. It’s the lure of paradise.
When the moon shines on the lake, nothing could be finer. The soft glow ripples over the water. It’s a lake of illusion as dreams of paradise float by so fast that not even the lake can slow them down.
Writing prompt? Start with an image and see where it goes.
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