Friday, July 16
sparkling fresh water lake
Always, driving out to the lake which is less than one hour from where I live I dream of affording a couple of adjoined rooms with running water to meet basic necessities and with just a pin hole sized lookout onto the lake. I see trailer parks along the way and I think nothing of the winter, I think nothing of class lines, I think why not? And then I wonder about giving up the job to find something else, for this pin hole sized lookout onto the lake that my current position can't afford. What do people do out here for a living? What's it like to ferry across to Wisconsin? Always, driving back from the lake I am reminded this is the way things will be and will remain. An hour's distance is not too bad, but in thinking of winter I know I really would like to see the lake then at any time; at 3 in the morning, snow drifts on the water, waves frozen to appear like the surface of a new planet, everyone else in the little lake town sleeping, nothing except me and the bitter wind and an animal (bea bea, forever) stirring.