Boats, worn by summers past, rested quietly on the shore while another drifted gently at the dock, rocking with the rhythm of the water. The lake mirrored the sky’s soft glow, rose and gold folding into one another as the sun sank low. In the stillness, it was easy to imagine the laughter of days long gone mingling with the hush of evening, memory and present blending like colors on the horizon. Here, time seemed to soften, leaving only the calm embrace of dusk.
