By Christopher J. Stalder
Darkness blankets Lake Cane. Stillness fills the air. Then silence is broken with the ancient call of a bird. Dawn comes and a new day is rising with the sun. People gather and stretch their bodies in preparation for entering the cool water, moving through it’s tranquility, breaking into their own activity, ending their night of solitude. Some crawl forward through the lake’s embrace, but one woman’s stroke is more uplifting as if her arms were wings of a butterfly trying to fly above the grasp of dense waters. She moves quickly and gracefully as she passes bouys, reaches the other shore, and heads back. Such bursts of motion, an energy released that was so hidden through the night. New days on ancient water begin with strokes of life in motion for people joining the fun of Lucky’s Lake Swim.