The lake always made me feel closer to finding inner peace. Cool blue waters, refreshing waterfalls, stunning gray rocks along the shoreline is where I spent my summers since I was adopted. The sights and sounds of nature allowed me to forget everything I witness for nearly a decade on end.
My new family had the means to travel here for almost four months. No work, only serenity for the entire summer. I have seemed to find my peace there, somewhere among the trees. That is what a getaway is all about after all. Escaping from the mundane workload or challenging lifestyle our society impresses upon us.
For me, this luxurious 16-week vacation is the ticket to my sanity. Here, the nightmares stop; sleep is easier. I know running will never make the past vanish. I also had to come to the realization that nothing will lift the scars, but the cool waters at Culter Mills seemed to provide a temporary soothing. I imagined it as an oasis in the middle of the Sahara.
Back in the town I grew up in, the town I still live in with my family, the drones of shadows live on every street corner. The escape was 200 miles North, hidden far away from highways or bypasses. The closer you get to Cutler Mills, the quieter it comes. Nature is center stage with a chorus of songbirds, hush of the wind, roar of the waves; all of these serving as tunes which aid in meditating myself to harmonious sanity.
My new family had the means to travel here for almost four months. No work, only serenity for the entire summer. I have seemed to find my peace there, somewhere among the trees. That is what a getaway is all about after all. Escaping from the mundane workload or challenging lifestyle our society impresses upon us.
For me, this luxurious 16-week vacation is the ticket to my sanity. Here, the nightmares stop; sleep is easier. I know running will never make the past vanish. I also had to come to the realization that nothing will lift the scars, but the cool waters at Culter Mills seemed to provide a temporary soothing. I imagined it as an oasis in the middle of the Sahara.
Back in the town I grew up in, the town I still live in with my family, the drones of shadows live on every street corner. The escape was 200 miles North, hidden far away from highways or bypasses. The closer you get to Cutler Mills, the quieter it comes. Nature is center stage with a chorus of songbirds, hush of the wind, roar of the waves; all of these serving as tunes which aid in meditating myself to harmonious sanity.
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