The lake
Christabel and the Jons are playing out of the Cerwin-Vegas at the ancestral beach house right now. I’ve been drinking a good deal of alcohol, flitting around on a nice speedboat, and talking with folks that feel like they’ve always been family, but only have been (in reality) for a few months.
Good times.
Its days like this, with the kids baiting fishing hooks and swimming like otters that the crazy high-octane beauty of life spills out, and you’re captive to it. It takes you along, and if you have the damn sense to just relax and ride with it, boy, it shows you things you just can’t imagine.
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