My town on the lake.

My town on the lake is a well to do town. As I walk along it's maple tree lined streets, which canopy the road with their huge, majestic branches, I admire the well manicured, lush, green lawns, the breathtaking flower gardens, the quaint white picket fences. The air is fragrant from the border of lilacs that surrounds my house, which is a stately, old, brick residence. It has a large, covered front porch, complete with an old porch swing.The perfect place to sit and relax, later, in the cool of the relaxing summer evening. The gentle breeze still carries the scent of flowers, and the smell of the lake nearby.

Later, the sound of crickets fills the peaceful night air. Every so often, a passing car reminds us that we are in a suburban neighbourhood, lest we forget, and fancy ourselves in paradise.