In early summer, there I was,
stood on a ship in the midst
of an engulfing maze-like lake.
The lively green Appalachian Mountains
surrounded the clear lake
and I was alive, breathing
and spinning around in the middle
of this three-dimensional postcard.
Jumping off the ship
into the warm, but refreshing lake
was like jumping into a fantasy world
where everything real is forgotten.
I melted away as I sank
into the silky water,
the sun warming my skin
as I stayed still in a back float,
stunned at the surreal silence
As my ears seeped just below the surface.
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