Have the magic of the clear lake will you with spirit. Let the your senses be close friends with nature. Let the wind and the gentle touch be twined. Let the dark lake and the bright trees acquaint with your wide sight. Let the soft crashes of the water against the surface have affection for your hearing. Let the warm summer be at the tips of your taste buds. Let there be freedom.

"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips." ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit