Last Wednesday I went swimming. I'm sure it was the last swim of the year. Oh sure, I'll continue to swim indoors, but it's not the same. There's just something special about the first and last lake swim of the year. The first swim is filled with excitement, anticipation and steel willpower to swim in the cold early summer water of the lake. The last swim is also cold, but yet languid as you swim along, reflecting on the summer and seeing the trees tinged with golds and reds. It is a time to cherish the ability and opportunity to swim in such a beautiful, clear lake.
There have been all kinds of activities going on around the lake, but this past week I wanted to spend on the water. In the mornings I have watched the common mergansers preen near my shore, and the mallards swimming by, still in a family. I have watched the Canada geese fly over in a V and honking, and heard the loons (but still have not seen them). The wind has picked up and the birches in front are waving their yellow leaves. Autumn is here.
For many people, Fall is a busy season as the children have homework and after school activities. It is a time when routines are back in place and we go through our day working, going to the grocery store, going home, making sure homework is done, watching a bit of t.v., maybe reading before going to bed, and then getting up the next day to do the same thing all over again. If you live on the lake, take an extra long minute between the craziness to enjoy the call of the loons and the crispness of the wind.
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