Today I went riding around Carlisle and decided I wanted to see Opossum Lake... little did I know that the lake no longer exists.  All that is left is a dry hole which already has brush grown in the place where water once dwelled.  If some part of Carlisle had to suffer, the city made the sacrifice of the lake rather than something else.

I almost wanted to mourn a little for a spot that used to make me feel so light... a spot where I could go and no one could bother me...

It must be the natural way of thinking... surrounded by people, and dream of solitude... or left alone, and feel the want of being surrounded by lots of people... it's never an enjoyment of current surroundings.

grass is greener on the other side, as always.