Saturday, August 30, 2008
[lake of the isles, minneapolis]
it has been five years since our departure from minneapolis, and at this time of year i always start longing for it. the hot summer has ended, but the leaves haven't started turning yet. there's no sign that extraordinarily unfriendly weather is on its way. i just can't think of a more beautiful place on earth than minnesota in late august.
last fall i made my first trip back. i went to my favorite spot on lake of the isles, just a minute or two walk from our old house, and saw everything that had been part of my daily life: the minneapolis skyline, the connections to the other lakes, the ever-present two guys in a canoe, the lone kayaker, the stunning blue water, the walkers and runners, the planes preparing to land, the sometimes-present blue heron, the artists sketching on their easels, the arched bridge. nothing had changed. then came an unexpected smack of grief that i've never felt when i've returned to other places that were once mine. only then did it occur to me how deeply i missed minneapolis. none of these things belonged to me any longer. not even the nasty winters.
they were only memories of a wonderful life there.