As Summer Draws to a Close

As summer draws to a close I want to share a simple journal writing about a dock I used to be intimately involved with. We had such a sweet relationship.

Our Dock

I want to tell you about a very special place. It is the dock on the lake at our cottage.

Our dock is a floating dock. It goes up and down with the waves. On a calm morning it is perfectly still unless a boat goes by and then it gently rocks. In the afternoon sometimes when the wind picks up it is like a ride at the fair. You have to hold on for dear life!

It is on this dock that I feel most quiet. That is usually first thing in the morning when no one else is up….just me and the sun. The water is glassy and smooth and I feel that way too.

It is also on our dock that I feel most at awe. That is usually at night when it’s pitch black except for the world of glistening stars in the sky and their reflection in the water.

Our dock is the beginning and the end of adventure. It’s where our kayaks rest.

Our dock is the place where I gather my courage to dive into the cold water of early summer and the place I leap with abandon into the warm water of the late summer.

Our dock is the place I dream of during the long cold winters.

It was hard to say goodbye to my dock when we sold the cottage after our divorce. I remember sitting there one last time mustering up the courage it took to trust that life would go on, but so it has.

I am grateful for my summers now that include discovering new shorelines as I paddle unknown waters in my canoe. And I’ll always hold a special place in my heart for my dock.

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  1. Rachael Simpson
    Posted September 4, 2015 at 10:22 am | Permalink

    My paddle-board is starting to feel a lot like “your dock” has felt to you. It is a place of perfect peace.I can glide over the water, or sit and rock and just view the world from the middle of the lake. I can watch the fish move underneath me, or I can slip through water-lilies.
    It can be a place of perfect fun, as when my 11 year old nephew and I explored the lake together for the first time.
    My board is called “the orange creamsicle”, and it does make me feel as I did as a child, on a hot day, running to get a popsicle from the ice-cream truck.

    • Jovanna
      Posted September 4, 2015 at 10:24 am | Permalink

      Sounds dreamy, Rachael. I’m wondering if there might be a paddle-board in my future!

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