This is the birthplace of my soul. The beginning of my bare-footed escapades on hot & sticky summer days. Like some beautiful cosmic reward for our genuine appreciation, This town stays frozen in time. Unfazed by modern ice cream prices & the senseless city virtue of haste. Most of my fondest escapes live on as mere memories, rose-colored & untrue. This one, is a place on earth- A place that suffocates you with nostalgia. Where the thought of a walk down that dirt road to pick up worms, can have you swelling with butterflies.
I have loved you since the day my baby-soft skin met your brisk waters, Canadohta Lake.