Today I sat by the lake and watched the waterfowl. One large white egret flew over and landed on a stump that was sticking out of the water. He stood there tall like a sentry, keeping watch over everything going on around the lake today.
It was a beautiful day and the water was still warm and the fish were very active. Quite often there were bubbles or splashes and ripples from the flip of a tail fin.
The island in the distance looked like just a cluster of green, while the mountains beyond were deep blue. Some days the lake is still enough to reflect the clouds in the sky, but today there were many boats out, churning up the water and making waves to lap the shoreline. The sun was on my shoulder like a warm, comforting hand.
The tree closest to where I sat had already changed color from green to gold, and its top branches were completely bare, just scraggly sticks scratching the sky.
The lake shore was lined with moss-covered rocks and I've always considered them to be beautiful. It's almost as if the rocks that dare to sit closest to the water's edge are given a soft, emerald cloak as a testament to their courage.
I sat by the lake today. I just sat and watched and thought and scribbled a few notes. I didn't plan or schedule or think about what I had to do next. I didn't even look at my phone to check the time. An hour passed and I didn't realize it. And I was very glad.
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