Muskoka

This is where I'll sit for now, with a long-neglected book. Every few minutes look up at an idyllic scene. Words, conversations, carried weightlessly by the water. How are they weightless, you ask. Without worry, is what I mean. So many summers to make up for. Pretty stones pocketed from the shore of this shallow lake. Kids do their handstands further out, and the parents look on from their cedar chairs, sipping iced drinks, thinking, let's never go back.