i found a quiet corner in the islands when i was there two weekends ago, far from the path that people normally took, behind the century-old carolina poplars. there's a much younger, but old still, maple tree with a lush branch dipping into the lake water. there's a small clearing in the grass where one can lay a blanket to lie down and simply watch the sky and the leaves play hide and seek. at one point, a pair of mute swans slowly passed by. there were no noisy seagulls, just the little birds chirping.
i must go back. i must claim that quiet corner.
thank you for your kind visits and comments; know that they are truly appreciated. i shall start playing catch up again during the weekend. wait for me, i shall be there.
