Tribute to Buck's Lake

I am blessed by this place.

Lined with pine trees,

purple alpine flowers,

fearlessly thirsty mosquitos,

and warm memories of times past.

The sun shines fuller there,

high in the sky with silky rays,

treasures buried

under the lapping waters,

only a Mitchell could find.

Hummingbird wings buzz,

woodpeckers hard at work,

the gentle waves hitting the beach,

and laughter.

Yes.

Laughter.

Echoing off the mountain peaks.

An oasis from the outside world,

where distraction is thankfully

pushed away.

Love is stroked.

Bliss.