There’s something, I’m sure, about going back to the places you used to go to find the self you used to be. Maybe my long-ago essential self is more readily apparent here on these docks and benches and flaking chairs because so much of my life was spent here. Maybe that’s why life at the lake continues to move me so deeply, because it draws me back to my past, who I’ve always been, underneath the recent shell I’ve been wearing—achievement, efficiency, productivity.
