Friday, December 18, 2015
I've spent many early mornings this week by the lake. It's deserted this time of year. Hardly anyone wants to arise before the sun to embrace the frigid, blustery winter. As piercing as it may be, I've found it peaceful. The faint sound of the delicate waves brushing upon the shore is incredibly soothing, especially with the great city just over my shoulder. Hurried feet in busy streets. Everyone walking with such purpose. The lake, however, does not. It isn't driven by wants or needs. It moves in accordance to the sun and the moon and the wind, something bigger than all of us. It's important to stop and breathe it all in, to put my hands in the water and know that I created that one, almost invisible wave.