work became too much. just enough to make me need to leave. so in the dark i drive out to the lake.
on my way out i am destined to run out of gas so i call doug at 10:15 pm as i take the east selkirk turnoff last minute in the dark. i ask him how to get to the nearest gas station that is still open. he can hear i am tired. i ask if he was in bed and he says no. i ask him again and this time i hear his car door open and he says he’s in his truck. he’s coming to meet me. by the time my tank is full doug is there in his weekend clothes. he asks if i’m all done and i say yes. he says ‘come on, i’ll take you back’ and leads me back to the highway. it is the best part of my day. i call to tell him so. i am crying but he doesn’t know.
i carry on to end my day at the lake. and it does not let me down. the sound of the water against the beach, the solar lights along the path, the woodstove and some good music. the night sky is gorgeous turning the trees to velvet. it is all so dark and i will awaken to green. for the first time, i will see this place alive with young green upon the trees. the grass is plush i can tell even in the dark. getting wood with the flashlight, i know it was right to come out. i stand and listen to the water and the quiet and it all falls away. i go inside where the music and the fire are alive and i dance.
this is where i am happiest. paint brushes await me tomorrow. i will hide away and paint and sing. i will wake up here..
