Lake House Day 1: History.

I got out of the car and took in the earthy scent. I looked around observing the landscape. The cars were parked away at a distance from the house. There was a clean stone path which led to the lush green grass. The house was in the middle. It wasn’t a cabin like most of the lake houses it was more towards the modern side. There was something about the house that called out to me. Perhaps the warmth that radiated from it, beckoned to me, or its grand solitiriness as it stood amidst those tall, heavenly, mixture of yellow, brown orange, maroon and green trees that touched the sky in silent adoration. It was indeed breath-taking. Apart from everything, the lake was crystal clear. Unlike the ones I had seen which were green and polluted this one was clear. The lake reflected the trees. The water flow was calm, serene.