We pulled into a flat area near the lake and shut the car. With it silent in the car I take notice of the beautiful sound outside the birds, the lake people enjoying the day and the wind through the grass. With the rear hatch on the impala down now turned into a tailgate, we sit looking off towards the lake. At this moment I realize how happy I was here, how happy I was being around Liz, maybe the crash was for the best. Liz sitting next to me, hands in her lap, and hair blowing with the wind. Taking advantage of the moment I tell her not to move and go and grab the polaroid. Her beauty is truly unmatched. I snap a picture and the polaroid whines shooting out a black film slip. Within 20 minutes the picture will be developed of the green grass in the background and Liz sitting angelic on the Tripoli Turquoise Impala. Without saying anything she smiles and looks away towards the lake. I shake the film and put it in my wallet to develop. “ Let's go walk there's a path around the lake “ she tells me. I close the impalas tailgate and the window goes up automatically. She takes my hand and we go on a walk, along the path rests an old fisherman who waves at us while we walk by. Along the dusty path are some old trees that have been there longer than any of us, monsters stuck in time they show mercy and shade parts of the trail for any passerby. Around 78 outside the temperature is perfect. Light shining through the tree leaves I'm taken aback by this little town and its hidden beauties. I glance over to Liz only to see she's staring at me. She smiles, “ thanks for bringing me here mike, I haven't been here for a long time “. “ Don't mention it, I enjoy spending time with you Liz “, I told her honestly. She laughed softly and took off running in front. Chasing after her we ended up on the far end of the lake. “ What's that way?” I asked her. “ I honestly don't know,” she admits. Were both looking down a little path just big enough for a car to go through. Curiosity gets the best of us as we walk down the path, it being a little darker due to the trees covering us. She stays close to me. After a short walk the path abruptly ends and a little log cabin looking brand new lies stuck in time with no one home. A little circle driveway had been made for it and all the trees that had followed the path had surrendered; the house was in the middle of a wide circle clearing. To the left of the house a clearing had been made connecting the property to the lake. A beautiful home indeed, Liz was in awe I'm guessing she had never known this was here.

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