Vermilion Lakes

Vermilion LakesThere.The sun, rising steadily over the mountains we call home.There.The mist, ghosting across the lake, dancing with the crispness of the morning.There.The eerie mating call of the elk, anxiously searching out his mate.There.The lakes, slowly freezing over, day by day, the ice not quite thick enough to skate upon.There.The winter storm, blanketing the ice, a Rocky Mountain oceanThere.The bubbles trapped under the surface, awaiting the spring thaw to set them free.There.Vermilion Lake, a place of dreamsBy Jack Collison