Talathain

The lake once looked like it came out of a fairy tale, so full of life, so surreal and the mountains reflected in the clear tide less water. My Grandpa used to take me here and we would go out and fish on his old wooden boat. We were never here for the catch, we were only here to suck in all the beauty, the clean air, and it felt good and if we could, we would stay here forever. Leaving to go back to the cabin was inevitable, but we knew Grandma was at home baking a spinach casserole that tasted just as good chocolate...no it was better than that. Those were the good days. I am a full grown man now, and looking back at the lake, the lake tha