“What a father says to his children is not heard by the world; but it will be heard by posterity.” John Paul Richter
I spent many hours in conversation with my father while sitting on the banks of Claytor Lake and the New River.
I spent the morning at the lake yesterday. I arrived early to find a thin veil of mist over the still water and the sounds of nature all around. I love the smell of damp mud where the lake meets the shore . It takes me back in time and makes me happy.