When someone asks me
Where my happy place is,
I tell them it's on a lake
In the middle of Maine.
My aunt and uncle's camp.
A beautiful view, right by the water,
The camp has a cozy feeling
With a screen porch facing the lake
And an incinolet so you don't always have to use the outhouse.
There's always a puzzle in-progress on the table
And lots of quiet places to read.
In the evening, we take the boat out
To admire the different camps
Around the lake while drinking wine.
Then we roast marshmallows and share stories.
When the stars come out,
We lay on the dock
And look for shooting stars.
I'm reminded of how small
I am compared to the sky.
Kelly Severseike 