Dear Tahoe
The first time I saw you,
I felt like the sky had fallen down.
You were so blue,
my eyes couldn’t look away.
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In winter,
you rest in the valley, still and patient,
while people chase your surrounding peaks.
In summer,
you open your arms,
embracing those same people in waters so clear.
You remain steady, an ancient witness,
holding your untouched depths in patient silence
until we find our way back to you.
In every season,
you share your generous soul,
holding us close until we must return
to the crowded worlds you have not touched.
Now that I cannot visit you often,
I am left to soak in your vastness from afar.
I have all these memories to think about,
carrying your horizon in my mind.
You were formed by a fault in the earth.
If a fractured ground can create such beauty,
I, too, can sit patiently through my own volcanic events,
knowing something beautiful is being shaped.
Until next time, Tahoe.
