top of page
  • Writer's pictureTuananh

July 4th

July 4, 2010

July 4th

The Keys to the south, Naples westward, and the isles to my east, it was clear that my sails were clipped and northbound was the only option. Thunder and lightning brims across the loops of highway that side winded the path to an avenue far less traveled that to its coastal parallel. Large fields of agriculture framed by a web of short adorable fence lines and dirt paths welcomed the coming storms. Over in the distance hid the melancholic homes of distant neighbors, who tailored themselves to peace of mind and peace of soul. A blink from the past saturated my senses; it was all too familiar and mirrored my Lancaster. Signs of a hidden Lake Okeechobee greatly differed from its sight. Swept over the small crest that lined the waters, it poked at every passenger’s curiosity at no end. As the dark clouds shared its space with the crescent moon and her terrestrial sparks, large spikes of the evergreens served as a backdrop for the setting light at dusk. The fresh aroma from the green pastures filled my senses, the clasped wings of an unfortunate friend laid somewhere in the rear, and I am fortunate enough to be in her company. Through the darkness lit a bright golden dome emitting from the land of fairytales, wizardry, myths, and one’s endless imagination. Down International Drive was a multitude of colors, billboards, eateries, and a tower high bungee sling for the brave. With Checkers in my belly, it was time to cuddle and into dreams I bid.

~Eola Lake, Orlando, Florida

Eola Lake

2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


bottom of page