The Still Waters

There is a place, just by the road where a large house with many rooms used to sit. I think it was a mansion once, though it probably wouldn't be called that by today's standards. And right in from of that house sat this pond large and shaded by trees that bloom in spring and a little pier leads out onto this clear, clear water. I imagine there used to be a little boat tied to the shore and a gentleman and his wife would row out on the water when they were newly married and then, years down the road, the man would bring his children out here to fish and talk about all the busy things of life. The house is gone, but the pond and the pier remain. The...