Repetition + Memories

Sat down at the point at the bend of the lake, Zaremba’s White Birch Resort sits. Everything at the resort runs downhill from the top of the gravel driveway down to the end of the beach. When the rain came, we were on vacation. We wouldn’t sit inside and the water only sat in puddles where car tires were parked. In the rain the water ran gouges through the gravel driveway, cut culverts through the loose dirt along the cabin walls, pushed down through the sand on the beach where we sat, building little bridges over little rivers.