My friend @emuloo wrote a poem about the lake and the city and our friendship. I’m so blown away by how lovely and brilliant this is, and by how completely she read my mind. Shared with permission, please enjoy ❤️⁣ ⁣ You cannot believe it, but the sky marigold sorbet⁣ reflected through the looking glass, a lake where families ⁣ of Loons preen their feathers for flight while floating by ⁣ your own family out each evening on your father’s boat ⁣ raising cocktails to the setting sun, a ritual you already miss ⁣ watching goslings grow up, fuzzy-headed and bobbing ⁣ on water, wingspan tucked beneath them. It happens before ⁣ your eyes: cats get fat, hairs grow gray, the bodega on your block ⁣ (with your favorite bacon, egg, and cheese) closes, becomes shuttered ⁣ for a few months, then renovated, and now you’re crossing your fingers ⁣ it’s not going to be some Chase Bank, or CVS, though you wouldn’t mind ⁣ a closer grocery store. As long as there are more summer nights ⁣ like this – pooled liquid, silver with gratitude that some things did not ⁣ work out, taking instead friendships blossoming over wine, watching bad ⁣ reality tv, and a love for falling in love, all of it, even those stormy days ⁣ when boats remains docked and a stillness settles over the lake, gazing ⁣ out from cabin windows wondering where Loons go when it rains.