At the edge of the wood, down a gravelly road, sits a house where they say, that life can be slowed.
There’s a lake, grand a calm, where the sun rises early, and starts the day off, without any worry.
It’s quieter there, no unnatural sound. Not a car or a truck heard for miles around.
Though it takes me a minute to settle right in – I finally embrace it, let vacation begin.

It can be hard for yours truly to fully relax, my brain is so oftenly fixed on the facts:
I’ll be thinking of work, or of chores to be done. Did I leave any lights on back home? Even one?
But then I will sit for a minute or two, then somehow it’s suddenly a quarter to two!
I’ve been hiking and eating and swimming and then, I’ve been boating and gaming and eating again.

It’s a highlight, no doubt, how we’ll eat all the food. Then we’ll eat four times more, if it fancy’s our mood.
For the cottage life lends itself well to a feast, where we sit ’round the table, not a care in the least.
There is no need to rush or to speed through the meal, just sit and enjoy all the things that you feel.
With nowhere to be once everyone’s done, we’ll just take in the joys of the slow-setting sun.

Then the next day will come right on time as it should, and we’ll ask ‘What to do, if only you could?’
Of course we will all have a list of desires, and I know we’ll enjoy just whatever transpires.
We might make a list of things to we must do, but when push comes to shove well, we might get to two.
Not for lacking of interest, no that won’t be the case – but because we’ll moving at cottaging pace.

We might fish, we might hike, we might gaze at the stars, we might sit around singing and playing guitars.
We might spend the day reading a book from our list, or find one that we didn’t know to exist.
We might work on a puzzle, paint pictures by number, or take time after lunch for a moment of slumber.
We might swim at the beach, we might jump from the dock, but the thing we won’t do is tell time by the clock.

The life at a cottage is a whole different pace, where the slowest to move is who’s winning the race.
And the best part of all is the company I’m with – the best of the bestest, my kin and my kith.
We’re building our memories, the crew as a whole; if I’m telling the truth, that’s really my goal.
The thing I hope most from adventures like these, happens when we look back and think ‘more of that, please’.

‘Cause life can move quick, that’s just how it goes; now where it goes to…well nobody knows.
Because no one possesses the chance to rewind, it’s important to keep these few moments in mind.
That’s not to sound grisly or grimly or dire, instead it’s a thought that is meant to inspire.
Take stock of the present, before it is history, and we head to a future that’s only a mystery.

But I’m jumping ahead, doing just what I shouldn’t, let’s take this in now, because, well, who wouldn’t?
At the house on the lake, there is so much to do…or do nothing at all, that’s an option to choose!
Play yard games or board games or games you make up, or try to catch fireflies inside a cup.
No matter the ‘what’ or the ‘when’ at the lake – there is beauty and calm, at least that’s my take.

One ‘rule’, I suppose, that could maybe apply, is to say ‘No devices, and all must comply!’
Those things take us out of what’s happening now; distract us the only way that they know how.
And I guess I should take that advice to account, and go back to the core that this post is about.
It’s time to stop typing or trying to rhyme, and get back into slowing the passage of time.