Nighttime on Lake Gaston

There is something special about riding in a boat on Lake Gaston at night-such as10:00 pm last night. The stars filled the sky just as the poets write about them. They were full of the same sparkle as the diamonds they are always compared to. Pam, Laura and I tried to pick out the different constellations. The Dippers were easy. Pam found the Hunter. Lily just cuddled up and watched/listened to us. I think she was tuckered out from all the earlier activity.

Lights from the houses lining the lake splashed light across the water in streaks. The outline of the trees created a darker than dark vision waiting for the artist to paint it. Not another boat parted the water, only us heading back home after a lovely gathering of friends. It was a magical moment to be tucked away and remembered again at a later date.