Her blues are bewitching,
her sands are silk, and her coves hold
precious pockets of silence.
An entourage of peaks and pine place her neatly in the palm of a setting that’s nothing short of nirvana.
Skies and waters reflect the moods of one another –
steely and sharp on the shoulders of storms and
a sheet of cobalt when summer takes the stage.
Tahoe is a lake unlike any other.
Laughter rings louder and families grow tighter.
There’s the hypnotic drum of a faraway boat and
a squeal of joy from the child at our feet.
And we convince ourselves that, for today at least,
the world is uncommonly kind.
Unusually “right.”
In the end,
what we take away most from our time
with Tahoe isn’t necessarily the photos we capture
but rather the unseens that appear –
the breeze in the pines,
that timeless waft of Coppertone,
and the caress of a sunset we encountered
at the end of a pier –
pleasant reminders that true beauty
isn’t always about what appears before us,
but rather,
what’s revealed from within.
Written by Scott Mortimore
