A Day at Lake Lavon-Creative Writing

A Day at Lake Lavon-Creative Writing
The water beats at the bank feel gently, and resides carefully to avoid over soaking it. The air is fresh and overwhelming with cool gushes of wind blowing past, provoking the trees to yawn and some times sleep. It was a lovely Valentine day and perfect for a picnic at Lake Lavon.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.Out to the arms of the lake, we stared and admired in every manner to cherish and remember it like a picture that never change. I held her hand and began walking towards the dock, which extended shortly into the water face. The dock was of metal, not sleek but shinny, not clean but unnoticed as we looked into each other eyes. Her eyes were like a jungle waiting to be explored and learned, in which I have always yearned for. At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; ?No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping?; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid?s playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I?m with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and kid?s playing. Each of them do difference part like a rock group that each member play difference instruments. The sun start coming down and the birds fly back to there net, and the view of Lake Lavon had chance the water didn?t shin like high noon and people start putting thing together and ready for the day to end. For both of us time is going as fast as speed of light, but we still sitting side by side like two doves in a tree, and eating the last ice cream-cake, previously picked up at Baskin Ribbing, in the shape of a heart. The ice cream-cake was delicately and slowly eaten, mainly because it was still hard to dig into and that it was to precious to be eaten. There were two spoons but we decided to share one, that way it would be more romantic. Every time she feeds me just like baby I would always have ice cream on my nose or upper lip. I began to complain and there fore was pampered even more; she smiled like an angel and I kissed her tenderly on her lips. Both of us were carefree and ignored everything around us, including the other people who still at the lake. Far down the side of the lake, I noticed another couple, also having a picnic like us.
When time jumped like lighting, so did we, not to our feet but towards each other. We held one another even tighter and didn?t want to let go. Although, time was spent wisely and carefully saved, we had run out and were rushed like an ambulance to meet the schedule appointed in half an hour. In sweet bitterness, we packed up and went home. An everlasting day at Lake Lavon that is perpetual in my heart will remain there forever.

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