Didn’t we have a nice walk down to the lake? Didn’t we catch up on our lives? Didn’t we connect?
Aren’t we glad that dog didn’t attack us?
Wasn’t the evening beautiful?
Didn’t we enjoy the way the waves lapped against the shore? The way the inland tides receded out, then blocked our path along the lake?
Don’t we feel closer to one another?
Won’t the memories of our evening walk along the lake nourish us through the upcoming year?
Will we remember our walk years later?
Will we remember the way the wind blew gently across the lake, rippling into our hearts?
Will we ever forget?
Thanks for the walk!!
Yes,it will be remembered!
It’s amazing to walk along the Great Lakes…
Those are the kind of things that people always remember, that families hold dear to their heart forever. Make those memories whenever you can…they are so important!
Kathy – It’s always great to travel in your front pocket — I get to see the neatest sights! Thank you for the beautiful lakeside walk this evening.
Very soothing images, Kathy. I’m remembering long-ago ripples on many, many lakes….
Ahhhhh, such peace and beauty. It was a wonderful walk; thank you for inviting me. I shall remember it always.
Heavenly. Thank you! I needed that. Love, S
So lovely! Yes, these are the memories that stay with us forever.
Thank you for coming along for the walk, gals. Didn’t we enjoy it? Didn’t we notice lots of new things? Didn’t we deepen our friendship?
I SO appreciate ALL of yoiu!
These are so calming and tranquil you are a real artist you know.
why, June! What a lovely compliment first thing in the morning. Glad to have been able to pass along the peaceful feelings.
I absolutely love to walk. Its a passion with me. Where you live … at least this time of year … appears VERY appealing to a dedicated walker. Now, in February … I dunno … 🙂
You know, Judson, February walks CAN be challenging around here! But this time of year is spectacular. Although sometimes you have to walk really fast to beat the mosquitoes and black flies. LOL!
Mmmm… there are so many memories we could all have if we only held on to what we experience on a daily basis. I wonder what it is that makes one memory more special than another, makes one stick in the mind and another not?
Despite having living in Wales for three years now, I still more vividly remember a holiday we took in a different part of Wales from where we live (and before we moved to this country) and standing amongst miles and miles of heather on the top of a hill (may have been a mountain we drove there)
You raise such an interesting question, Ms. Bird! I think so often we remember the energy-laden memories, the unexpected ones, the crazy ones, the ones where our heart beat faster or where things looked different than usual for some reason. Perhaps?
Interesting that you have only lived in Wales for three years. It’s so interesting when we’ve lived in different places and can compare…