Wednesday Wanderings – Ben’s Lake

Some places just make me smile. This is one of them. This lake has no name, as far as anyone can remember. I call it Ben’s lake. Ben is, by marriage, my husband’s uncle. Although he is in his eighties, Ben still has a wicked sense of humour and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. But I am straying from my subject …

The lake is a favourite haunt of mine whenever we visit the small town of Canton where my husband grew up. It is situated right down the hill from the house were my in-laws still live. So I often walk down there, cherishing the silence and the solitude. In summer I am accompanied but a host of insects and other little creatures (I prefer not to think of the snakes that might be lurking in the grass).

This time it was colder and my only companions were my thoughts. It is the perfect place to do some soul-searching or to just while away the time. Here, the memories of summer BBQs and carefree days seem to linger in the air. This place is timeless. I can sit on the swing and pretend I am twelve years old again. Or even younger than that. The possibilities are endless. Yes, the perfect location to build my castles in the air … to sleep, perchance to dream* …

* Quote from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet, Prince of Denmark’.

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Canton (MO), December 2011