Moon Dunes

The waves unroll onto the sandy rock, smoothing out across my skin. A buttery sensation sizzles on the forearm. I poke my finger through the water, shattering the crystal glass in which I stand, waist-deep. Lifting my chin I see the towering mountains with their snow kissed peaks. I wonder who saw the lake first. I wonder if they believed they must have found heaven. Untouched, 8,000 feet high, this is the place I have claimed as home. The lake raised me as a girl and gifted me solace as a woman. I show it to friends from afar with pride, desperately hoping they will share the same love for it that I do. Majestic, isolated mountains surrounding a sea of blue. My legs drift deeper and the sun beats down on my freckled shoulders. My eyelids creep down across my eyes and I allow my thoughts to dissipate. I am awoken by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The water lifts and keeps me afloat as a smile breaks onto my face. I wish to be nowhere else. At this moment, space does not exist between my body and the water that surrounds me.