We spent a long weekend at the lake. It was snowy and silent. I walked outside without a coat, smoking a cigarette and listening to the snow fall. I have a few of these moments of peace each time I visit the house, but they are pretty rare these days. I keep thinking back to the days when life seemed simpler, less complicated, without a house and all that comes with it. I keep glancing toward the bay and the two lots that were sold from our property many years ago. There is a phenomenon where a place becomes so filled with memory that it's difficult to find a place of peace in it. So much happened here! I learned to swim, drive a boat, know my grandmother, feel encroached upon by new neighbors where once there was only nature - trees, a field and a deer.
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