7357-R2_LSLA_2020_WinterNewsletter

Sometimes at Little Sebago You sit on the sandy shore at dusk You can hear the loons calling out to you Close your eyes and listen Take a deep breath Feel the sand between your toes Feel the breeze on your cheeks Relax. You’re in your happy spot. Sometimes at Little Sebago You awaken to the smell of the wood floors You walk up the creaky uneven stairs The smell of freshly brewed coffee still lingers in the kitchen You greet you family on the back deck and the world is quiet You close your eyes listening to the crickets Listening until the sound fades from your ears You’re in control. No one else is but you. Sometimes at Little Sebago You hear the stream trickling down the rock wall You go inside and put on a swimsuit You walk to the dock and jump off You can feel the water level rising up your legs and then your head goes under Those few seconds under the surface calms you down You feel free. The stress floats away. Your head floats up and the cool morning breeze hits your face This is how it should be. Sometimes By Emmi Cross

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