Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale
(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fiction)
It was a chilly fall day, the mist was just raising for the day ahead. The snow has already began to coat the mountains around and in less than a month, the water will be frozen, and white forests will stretch as far as you can see from the dock.
As a family we use to always come up to the lake, there is a cottage just a stone throw to the lake, and the only cottage in the region. Closed off from everywhere around us, the closest town from us being an hour drive west and even there, there is only a crescent with a bakery, police station and grocery store.
I can’t remember a fall we didn’t come up, maybe a couple times when we were kids, but recently, every year. There is just something about this place that feels like home.
The cold breeze off the water, an uncommon feeling here, since we are in a narrow crack between two mountains. Most times, its just generally cold, full coat and fresh cold air filling your lungs with every breath.
It just feels like home here, home with every breath.
(Source: jazzbruce, via maythismemorybreakourfall)