The other day, someone asked me if I was a beach person.

I supposed I was on some level, but only because I’ve lived so close to it my entire life. In my daydreams though, I’m at a lake, jumping off a dock.

I tell people it’s because the beach waves can be intense and if you don’t care much for surfing then the waves are essentially moot. The water is mostly dirty and the patches of kelp and seaweed attract gross flies like no other. Most beaches are littered with trash anyway. It’s fun when you’re with the right people, and I love a good beach bonfire, but the time seldom comes for that. The smell of bonfire smoke can follow you in places other than the beach.

So in my dreams, it’s a lake. The water is clear, fresh, and serene. The trees are tall and green. I can take out a boat, ride a kayak or a paddle board, and sink myself entirely into the cool water.

In my dreams, it’s a campfire. We play 80’s rock music and grill burgers. We make s’mores and sing songs. We tell ghost stories and huddle up against the fire in our windbreakers and baseball caps.

We look up at the stars, make a wish, and fall asleep under the moonlight.

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The Lake House (2006) is one of the motel’s absolute favorite movies, a recommendation I’d briefly mentioned in this post. However, as I settle into a slightly reflective mood with summer nearing its end, I figured this movie warranted its own post.

It stars two incredibly amazing actors, Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. Remember when Hollywood actually casted two hot leads with chemistry?

It’s a perfect watch for the late August season, a prelude to fall and winter. A romance that transcends time – literally.