Highly Walkable

I imagine the walk when I'm falling asleep. It's not just the lake that makes this place so magical. It's the landscape around it. And I plunged into it this morning.

Down the lane, across a field still wet from dew, right at the road and up to the intersection, then back onto the peninsula. There are dips and curves, green fields, and glimpses of lake water through trees.

It's highly walkable, this spit of land where the family has gathered, and I'll be walking as much of it as I can.