I’m not sure exactly what it is that pulls me to the lake at this time of year. I hardly ever go there in the summer. Maybe it’s the fact that no one ever seems to be there in their human form and I find all manner of creative expression both careless (above) and intentional. People tend to do odd things when they are faced with only nature to express themselves. It’s almost like the door of civilization and technology closes and their souls come out to play.