The view from the other side
In my lifetime, there has been one major discovery. I’m referring to exploration, here; I can remember when the first photos came back from the other side of the moon. Looked, pretty much, like this side. That’s not important. These were photos of a place that none had ever seen.
I have a similar, mysterious place, close by. We call it “the other side of the lake”. First, some clarification. Technically, it’s a lagoon, not a lake. And people have seen that other side from the sea, for centuries. Why, when I took the ferry, different summers, I could see it, without realizing that it would some day be important. That, also, isn’t important.
Today, I sent my proxies. The dog and the explorer. They wended (the best word I could find), from below the vineyard to the shore, and then came back “this way”. Providing a view that I haven’t seen, yet. Now that the trail has been broken, and none were lost to monsters, I might go and see for myself.
For now, though, there are photos. And things looked, pretty much, like other beach walks around here. With that obvious difference. This was the “other side”.
I don’t intend to explore the whole of the island. Life is too short to see tree after tree. But, if anyone asks about the view from my kitchen window, I am now better informed. Yes, you can get there, without swimming, if you wait until winter. For the summer tourist, it’s a lagoon. Only open at one end.
