an accidental little gathering of friends at the little beach. drawn out by the distinct rumble in the sky of the snowbirds overhead. we sit at the beach and talk about life and love. we laugh and watch the powerful jets dancing and dipping above the lake and the giant wind turbines. the swoop of their 9 part formation over the prison and it's labyrinth of stone walls is my favorite part. the light is perfect. there are baby ducks swimming up to us. boats are finally out on the lake. neighborhood dogs lead their owners along the walkway. and then we wander home to barbecue dinner and set up meagan's new tent in the side yard while naomi begs to be pushed on the tire swing.
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