I awaken to a dark cloudy sky. I quickly go to the loft to view the lake, my favorite lookout.
The sky is gray and the lake smoke is heavy. I know that this will last but a short while. I grab some coffee, sit on the couch and wait. The lake smoke twists and turns in the dance I know so well. This is my happy place and I wait.
I feel the pressure drain from my body. I feel the sensation of pure joy in my heart space. I notice my chest swell with happiness.
I watch for patterns, shapes, and messages in the smoke. It travels left, then right and upwards to the pines. Is that a heart I see? Gradually I see the reflection of the pines in the lake as the smoke moves and lifts. The lake is like glass. How appropriate for its name, Mirror Lake!
I hear but one call of the loon that habitats the lake. Is there a family? Is it all alone? Will I get to see it during my stay here? It welcomes me to this blissful morn.
What is it about this place that brings such joy? Is it a respite from my everyday routine? The mountains? The lake? Is it memories of good times? Or is it the precious time alone when I can just “be” and indulge in my senses.
The loon is calling out and I have yet to see him. It is a sound common to the lake but most uncommon to what I hear at home. It is a peaceful sound and I wonder what it is saying.
The sun’s rays peek through the pines as the smoke disappears. What will today bring?
For now, I start my day in utter awe as I sit in the loft and gaze through the window to the lake.
