I woke up this morning to the same alarm I’ve been waking up to all year. I rolled out of bed, thankful for a restful night of sleep, in sheets I’ve missed for far too long. There’s a slight hint of coffee in the air & by the sound of it, mom’s already up with crackling bacon on the stove. We’re at the lake this morning - our little piece of TRL & heaven alike. It’s been a season of change, but it seems like some things never do as we all wake at different, but expected times & stumble into the kitchen for the same ole combination of bacon and eggs. We all assemble plates of various proportions - some of us preferring bacon over nutrients and others of us avoiding carbs for the week. You’ll find coffee, milk & sugars waiting to be poured and the tv still on from last night. Our old dog Roxy will be lying in the floor - angled just right - one leg out to surely trip us as we walk by and the other to grab the escaping bit of grease as it hits the floor. It’s slightly cooler this morning - hinting at the shorter days to come. Hinting at a change in the weather, a change in the season and the shedding of our dingy, sunscreen tainted swimsuits of summer to the knits & warmth of fall. It’ll all change. It always does. We’ll all find our way back, maybe after few days or so, back into the roles of our job titles, zip codes & routines alike — Mom & Dad sure to be back to our childhood haven while me & the rest rush into the every days of homework, housework & the people we treat as our “new homes.” Yeah, we’ll all slip casually back into our 9-5 responsibilities — of course some of us finding more responsibility than the rest — somehow forgetting, if only for a moment, our little home on the lake. But next summer will come, In the perfect moment, in the perfect season, Until we’re back here at the lake, waking up to the warm smell of bacon, worn from the year that came before. Aching for just one more morning, where nothing feels like it’s changed and nothing feels like it ever could. Home has a special way of stopping time to remind us that some things never change. And some things never will.
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