lady of the lake
--- **Lady of the Lake** Yesterday, I wandered to the old golf course lake, chasing warmth in May’s uncertain breath. The hill was steeper than I recalled— legs unfamiliar with its slope, mind distracted by chattering geese who are rarely so bold. Perhaps love has found them, or unrest. The path meandered, I followed— lost in bramble and breeze until the lake revealed itself, its surface pierced with sound and feather. Canada geese honked their displeasure, uneasy with a visitor on the cusp of their mirrored world. Still, I slipped into the water— expecting the chill to greet me sharply. But it welcomed me like memory, cool but kind, free from fuss or flinch. They circled, ever watchful, their wild eyes unreadable. Satisfied, I rose just as they returned— ...