I have a favorite place to go to when the world too much intrudes.
It's in the Idaho mountains. Warm Lake, specifically. I probably wouldn't recognize the place after 50 years, but in my mind, it's a place of peace and quiet.
I'm in a canoe, a little removed from the shore, and the waves are gently rocking the canoe. It's evening, the sun is setting, and the birds are quietly twittering, getting ready for the night. As the evening progresses, a star or two can be seen in the darkening sky. But it's summer, so the twilight goes on and on. Sometimes there's still some light in the sky at 10:00pm.
Or it's just after sunrise, and the world around me is waking. The birds are chatting away, the sky is lightening as the morning progresses. The deer cautiously come to the edge of the lake to drink. There's other wildlife rustling around in the brush; they're shy and only a quick glimpse if given. Everything is still quiet and peaceful, but there's an anticipation. The world is still held at bay, and I'm still enjoying the gentle quiet and utter peace of my world at peace.
I see the mountains rising up from the lake, mountains heavily forested with evergreens and deciduous trees in their summer green. In the fall, the deciduous trees will be a show of riotous color against the evergreens.
Oh! and the magnificent thunderstorm. Lightning a pyrotechnic show, and the thunder thunderous! What a symphony. Nothing like a thunderstorm in the mountains with the thunder ricocheting off the mountainsides and the lightning coursing across the heavens. And then the silence. Profound. And the delicious smell of the clean, rain-washed air. Somehow, even a thunderstorm refreshes me.
Finally my canoe drifts to the shore and I get out of the boat. Refreshed and ready for whatever is waiting.
Bless
It's in the Idaho mountains. Warm Lake, specifically. I probably wouldn't recognize the place after 50 years, but in my mind, it's a place of peace and quiet.
I'm in a canoe, a little removed from the shore, and the waves are gently rocking the canoe. It's evening, the sun is setting, and the birds are quietly twittering, getting ready for the night. As the evening progresses, a star or two can be seen in the darkening sky. But it's summer, so the twilight goes on and on. Sometimes there's still some light in the sky at 10:00pm.
Or it's just after sunrise, and the world around me is waking. The birds are chatting away, the sky is lightening as the morning progresses. The deer cautiously come to the edge of the lake to drink. There's other wildlife rustling around in the brush; they're shy and only a quick glimpse if given. Everything is still quiet and peaceful, but there's an anticipation. The world is still held at bay, and I'm still enjoying the gentle quiet and utter peace of my world at peace.
I see the mountains rising up from the lake, mountains heavily forested with evergreens and deciduous trees in their summer green. In the fall, the deciduous trees will be a show of riotous color against the evergreens.
Oh! and the magnificent thunderstorm. Lightning a pyrotechnic show, and the thunder thunderous! What a symphony. Nothing like a thunderstorm in the mountains with the thunder ricocheting off the mountainsides and the lightning coursing across the heavens. And then the silence. Profound. And the delicious smell of the clean, rain-washed air. Somehow, even a thunderstorm refreshes me.
Finally my canoe drifts to the shore and I get out of the boat. Refreshed and ready for whatever is waiting.
Bless