After the storm... it seemed it was raining for 40 days and 40 nights, but what was it really? Maybe 36 hours? The lake is overflowing. Broken umbrellas are sticking out of every trash barrel like dead flowers. There is still no sign of the sun and that it got light out doesn't count.
I was thinking maybe it's time to change things up. This obsession with the textures of the lake has grown tedious and the shore no longer feels like the safe space it was. Maybe I've dredged up everything I needed to here and what's left, if anything, can remain submerged, for now anyway. I can always return if I remember something.
But for now, maybe...
On to something new.