The other day whilt out picking up some sandwiches at Quiznos I noticed something very strange out of the corner of my eye as I passed Second Lake.
In my little home town, we have a series of small lakes that are mostly surrounded by parks and walking paths. The lakes came about when water filled in the clay quarries around which the town formed. First Lake is the largest of the lakes and is also the deepest. Cars that accidentlaly drove into the lake would likely not ever be found again.
Second Lake is smaller than First, but is shallower. In the winter when it freezes over kids use it as a hockey rink. In the spring and summer, geese migrate in for the bread feedings by park visitors, which is now outlawed by town ordinance and carries a hefty fine.
It was in Second Lake that I first saw it. I didn’t really believe it - I thought I had imagined something while driving by. But then I saw more in First Lake, and I had to stop to see what was going on.