The Lake at Sunset

One windy evening on a lark we took ourselves to the lakefront. We swung high into the sky on a makeshift swing hanging from a mighty cottonwood. We waded through marshy weeds and grasses growing taller than a man and scared ourselves silly running from the jungle cats we imagined to be living in them. We took our good galoshes and tromped along the shoreline, then took a moment to rest and gaze at the twinkling lights on the other side of the water. Then, to seal the moment, we took pretty (then goofy) pictures, as one does at times like these:

So beautiful guys! I can't even handle all the amazing things we live near and get to do. This world is incredible!