Summer Stories - I

The shore stretches for miles along the lake. Whenever I get the chance, I head down to wander the sand. 

But there’s a limit to my walk: the moment the sand gets soggy and starts swallowing my hiking shoes, I make my way up the hill to the bike path, where, for some reason, I only ever run into joggers.

Yet, the shore is far from empty. An elderly fisherman has settled comfortably into a folding chair in the shade under a large tree, with two fishing rods in the water waiting for а catch.

A little further off, a group of teenage girls is getting ready to sail on unusual kayaks. I am seeing kayaks like these for the first time. They strike me as flimsy, yet at the same time, their shape is captivating.