Journal Entry (Grandparent’s Lake House) The water was usually dark, but there was something about this particular night that made it glisten and sparkle just a little more then on other given days. Perhaps it was the bright full moon that seemed to brighten up the night sky creating a serene aura that gently embraced anything that was touched by it. The docks were empty, the desolate lake appeared to be like a ghost town, except for the boats that were parked next to them that swayed back and forth as if in rhythm with the soft breeze of the late night. The boats were empty, most were starting to be covered with large tarps. It was as if this large blankets over the boats were being used to hide away all the summer memories on the lake.