The Lake

Originally posted 20 October 2010

The balmy summer night provided no relief from the oppressive heat of the day. Francine quietly maneuvered to the cabin door opening it just enough to pass through. She felt the heat left by the day’s suns as her feet sank into the sand on the beach. A slight breeze lifted her gown away from her body when she walked away from the trees that sheltered the vacation home. Once near the cool water, she slid off her gown and walked into the lake. The coolness of the water providing relief to her warm body.


Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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