Some of my favorite memories from childhood, were made on the lake fishing with my Grandpa. I don't get to the lake as often anymore, but I cherish every moment in his little oar powered boat. It renews my spirit to float on the water, listening to the gentle lapping of waves against the boat. The occasional swan glides across the surface and Grandpa tries to impart his many years of wisdom to me. Sometimes we catch fish but that's not really why I'm there.
Now that the first frost has fallen upon the ground, I remember these summer days on the water and it warms my heart.