Dear Lake in New Hampshire Where Our Family Friends Had that Huge Beautiful House, and the Dock, and the Boat, and Did They Also Own You, Lake?
Not that anyone could really own you, Lake, you were unownable. But still. The ownership they seemed to feel for everything they surveyed was dizzying. They were our Gatsbys. You were their Manhasset Bay.
With you was the first and last time I waterskied. I felt as if I were auditioning for a more glamorous life and that I had passed – barely – but would need more practice to truly be able to inhabit it. Thank you for opening your arms to me as I fell, receiving me gently.
-e.