A Pebble in my shoe

There’s a place I’d like to go, yet can never reach. Somewhere caught between the trees. Just before I reach it, spiritually and mentally I must overcome this pebble in the ground that seems to grow larger with each unresolved day. At times it pulls me in, grasping my breath and clearing my mind. Before the creek is a vast lake with corners that are almost visible at all angles. Suddenly I’m stomach deep in the lake water, just me with nothing but the isolation of my mind and heart beat. I hear no traffic noise and police sirens out here, here with my eyes closed all I hear is the sound of a nearby fish splashing against the water. Around me are small mouth bass and sunfish; they bring the underwater to life!
As I step out of the car and onto the sandy beach I see nothing but cars and RV’s for miles. Most of the people seem to be families. Adults, children, and dogs surround me in all directions. In attempt to listen in on the conversations I’m interrupted with the blaring sound of car radios. It’s getting late and I watch as the group of people starts to pack up for departure. It seems to be that all of the hard labor in packing up is carried out by the adults of the group.
There’s a calmness brought upon by it, yet it’s hidden until after I feel the burst of energy thrust upon myself. This place takes nothing from me and gives me everything! From one’s perspective a small cove, and in the center is a green bush flourishing with bright pink lilies. It’s as if this single bush stretches across the water spreading the very life, which it inhabits.
The water is so clear and crisp that you can see even the smallest guppies swimming. I watch them as they glow with the feeling of warmth and mellow. Just down a ways is a brook with what looks like a rippled tare in the still water; I sit still as it rumbles toward me and turns the horizon to life.
A truly remarkable and cultural experience, when in Cascade there is many different sides to its mood. I’ve always found rain to be relaxing; along with the way the outdoors opens your eyes to how vast and bright the skies stars are.
Every so often I go to this place. It even calls to me on seemingly dreary days. Whisking my burdens over and thru the hills, cast like stones upon the water.