#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Long Lake morning view
. . . Past years are figures in old glass
wobbly in a lake
wrinkled by a stone. . .~ Excerpt from By the Lake, Richard O. Moore
All week I’m pretty much the first one up. This morning the mist on the lake is gorgeous and inviting. I step on the paddle board and ride into it. The loons are calling in the stillness. The lake is mirrored glass. It is an entry point to the last day here. I am so glad to be out in the mist and take my time. The day rushes by in last day activity. We play pickle ball with friends again in the lovely sun. It’s warmer today and clear. In the afternoon I’m determined to take a long swim. Only one of my daughters can go with me. Wave wants his mother still all to himself. So Franci and I go. The current is fine going out; it’s a long way back, but we see the lake and we get good exercise and it’s sunny and warm and we’ve done a big swim. Our friends take us out in the speed boat, late afternoon. It’s Wave’s last chance to go tubing and Frank goes with him and he has a lot of fun. Time to say goodbye to our friends and the fun we’ve had. Goodbye to the loons. Goodbye to the sunsets over the water. Goodbye to the firs. We rise in the morning and go with gratitude.
