Yesterday evening at about twenty to seven just after dark, had you been standing on that bit of a beach at Turner’s pond and looking across the water toward the southeast, you would have seen quite something.

A flickering string of lights was slowly parading along the path among the trees. The lights bounced off the water which was flat as glass. Along with the bouncing lights were voices and laughter, excited and lively.

It was the annual lantern walk. Children from the nearby elementary school with their lanterns in hand were making their way along the trail. It is not a long walk but may make for some lasting memories. It is not unlikely in years to come when friends or family sit down together, maybe somewhere far from here, that one will look to the other and say, “Remember the lantern walk?”