prepared to hear.
“There shouldn’t be a permit for construction there.”
I looked toward the lake again.
The sunlight was still flashing blue across the water.
But suddenly it didn’t look beautiful anymore.
It looked like evidence.
And I knew then that whoever had dug that lake hadn’t simply made a mistake.
They had made a decision.
And they had assumed I wouldn’t be there to stop them.
They were wrong.
The Lesson My Grandfather Left Me
Standing there beside that unauthorized lake, I finally understood something my grandfather had