Kirkland is a small town across the Lake Washington of Seattle. It has a very nice beach front park where people can launch their boats ranging from million-dollar Yacht, small fishing vessel or kayak. People from all walks of life are united in the innate human desire to have fun, celebrate, and enjoy the company of others.
Weekend is the busiest time you can see all kinds of people, most with family members and their dogs walking along the pave way, lying on the grass enjoying picnic and simply sitting on beach chair listening to the folk music played by variety of artists. There are a group of ducks swimming in the lake. Teenage boys and girls are cheerfully jumping from deck into the water and enjoy the cool water in the middle of hottest days in Seattle area. The magnificence of the white yachts that decorate the docks are littered with excited families, eager to take advantage of the early June warmth. Two dogs greet each other, tugging at their handlers closer together as well. Especially in photography, the bronze statues and real-life children play with uncanny similarity.
Yet after a year of quarantining, a sight like this no longer feels like an ordinary summer day. Our collective time spent cautiously distancing ourselves from passing strangers and carefully covering our noses and mouths has instilled a sense of quiet surprise at what should be a very normal June afternoon in Kirkland. This joyous celebration in clean water and under a radiant sun is even more deeply appreciated because of the darkness of this past year.