sanctuary

as a kid me and my sisters would go to the reservoir every summer. we would climb or ride our bikes up the steep hill for some moments of silence or solace. once up there we would look down at the houses.....near by airports and the large stretch of the calm floating water of the reservoir. we would pick berries...run down the steep hill and yodel to hear our voices echo.
...so today, i thought id revisit the reservoir as I hadn't been in years.........everything up there, looking down looked exactly the same (apart from the beautiful wooden fencing being replaced with iron ones!)