Going With Me

A sabbath day. Cool and still.
At last clouds swept through the sky.

Our restless hearts crave the cool air.
To brave the outdoors yet again.
We pack our gear. We know the essentials.

To Seneca lake. Pure and deep.
(literally, it's the deepest of the finger lakes and pretty clean)
What sides of her shall we know for the first time.

Brother to brother. Friend to friend.
We work our way along the banks of a giant.

Pausing. Watching. Drinking deep
(the moment, not the water, cause it's clean, but not so much)

The sun begins to set on fair Geneva.
Our paths will kiss, but not cross tonight.

The sun sets on her train yards.
Golden promise at the end of the day.
Hurry home to bed. Good night.
I'll see you tomorrow.