I miss the lakes of Minnesota. I miss the Boundary Waters. I miss the feeling of unity between me and the earth. I miss the raw, natural way of life that I got to life for those perfect seven days. I miss the lakes of Minnesota.
I was feeling a little poetic just now. But in all honesty, I do miss it. I don’t regret moving here, I just wish it were possible to take places with you. The water there is actually clear, whereas here it seems to always have murk in it. I understand why, and all of it isn’t because of the pollutants in the water. Still, it’s brown. Water shouldn’t be brown; it should be clear. Rain comes down clear, not brown. Maybe I’m just a water purist. In any case, I wish I could take all the things I love about Virginia and combine them with all the things I love about Minnesota and live forever completely content. I wonder if that is what my heaven will be like. Instead of a mansion, I will have a canoe, lots of crackers and cheddar cheese (it keeps well), and a sleeping back to lie under the stars. I’d like that.
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