Lake Of The Ozarks is so beautiful this time of year. I know for sure, souls are tended because it feels like time is suspended from the hectic day to day living we all experience. It’s a dark, dark night and I find myself sitting on the porch, a cool gentle breeze touching my face. It is almost chilly, except for my St. Louis Blues sweatshirt and my dog curled up beside me. I have glass of cabernet in my hand as I gaze at the moon and see it reflecting upon the lake like glass. I can hear one lone boat treading slowly in the distance. I can also hear the sounds of the night in the Ozarks-those sounds that lull me to sleep. Can you hear the cicadas, too? They seem to be taking turns with their music, playing in tandem with each other. These are the sights and sounds that lull me into a deep, tranquil sleep because I know I’m where I belong, Beautiful Lake Of The Ozarks. Won’t you join me?