There’s a filter on my camera that makes things look like dramatic old hand-tinted postcards. Like a place that was never real, like somewhere you dream of but never see, no matter how hard you look.
It made my mountain look like a dream.
Today, that mountain on that lake… they feel like a dream. I had a vacation… I was there… just last week? 10 days ago? An eternity ago.
Like vacations, my lake is a fleeting part of my life, one that runs when I try to grab it and slips away if I’m not paying close enough attention. But when I’m there, when I’m in it…