Renewal

The first green bud pokes out of a frozen expanse.  In an instant, tidepools teem with a dazzling new generation of life.  Somewhere every few seconds, an aged and weathered body gives out, and down the hall the first cries in new lungs call out.  Worlds are born in unimaginable cosmic fire, and suns blacken and collapse into void.  Change is an immutable fact, and perhaps even if in the end entropy is the only victor, for now these cycles continue.

So too in the Lake.  An impossible amount of time ago this was a place for me to stretch forward and up and extend and encompass and explore, to see capabilities, to imagine language and story and thought.  Those muscles have lain fallow in lieu of other pursuits, but even as Fall knows to follow Summer, the muscle memory remains and the cycle must come again, and its time is now.

It's time to shake off the rust of accumulated time, to stand up at the edge of the Lake and once more peer down into its depths.  Where it leads, I cannot say, and when it will end, I do not know.

The Lake is beckoning me, and I must heed.