What a glorious morning it is! Heavy grey clouds move moodily across the sky, the dark water churns with discontent, birds call loudly, rudely to each other…or maybe to me.
This is the first morning in six months that my time at the lake can be enjoyed with the car engine off, windows down. What a difference that makes. The waves slapping against the boat ramp can be heard, the wind rustling through the cattails, the bull frogs honking…all can be seen, heard and felt rather than the senses diluted through the windshield of the car.
This is a morning I struggle to leave the lake and go on to work. I want to stay here all day. I enjoy the dreariness of overcast days. They call for hot tea, blankets and a thick book.
Oh well, one can only wish.
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