Tonight while biking home after a delectable Cuban meal with my dear friend , I was becalmed by the light of the setting sun over Lake Bde Maka Ska. [1]
Something about this particular evening, the recently new moon, and the quality of this day, left me speechless.
Clouds, heavy on the horizon, formed a great rift between light and dark.
Mosquitos gathered about me, thirsty tendrils poised to drink, and hastened my departure.
The water, the play of light, I breezed home as the last silhouettes resolved into the fleeting shapes of night.
[1] "Some descendants of the Dakota community that once used the lake have argued for removing a name honoring former vice president, senator, secretary of war and slavery apologist John C. Calhoun. That name dates to at least 1823.
Dakota activists have argued that restoring the name to Bde Maka Ska returns to a historical term that was changed. They note that Calhoun also played a role in the removal of southeastern U.S. tribes known as the Trail of Tears."
Source: Star Tribune