I strode along the beach, toes in the wet sand. The water, gently lapping at my ankles.
I walk here every day, no matter the weather.
Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening. On occasion in the middle of the night
Today, I noticed the wind had a chill to it and looked up. The sky was overcast, and I could see the beginning of the turning of the leaves.
Fall is here and with it comes the tide.
I first found Lake Sorrow when my mother died.
I remember her final moments as she gasped for breath. I placed my forehead on hers, lightly kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear that it was ok for her to go.
“I love you mama”, I said in my strongest child-like voice.
When I stood up from that moment, I found myself in a different place entirely. Suddenly, there was a breeze, and I could smell saltwater in the air. I turned and looked behind me and laid eyes upon it for the first time.
Lake Sorrow.
I looked around me and noticed the others. Some looked confused and lost. Others sat at the water’s edge, fearful of its touch. Even others waded into its depths, arms raised, and wailing.
