Journal

The same afternoon as the sailboats, further along the water where an old snack pavilion was opening back up for the season. The willow had not quite greened. I liked the place better half asleep like this, before the summer crowds arrive.

First proper light on the lake this year, and two boats already had the same idea. I watched them lean into the wind from the shore, in no hurry to be anywhere. The season turning over, quietly.