Although the day had been warm and windy, as evening was slipping away the wind was settling down. I launched my kayak and paddled to the opposite shore where I could watch the sun set on another summer’s day. By nestling the kayak back into the lily pads I could sit calmly and in place to enjoy the sun’s slow slide below the trees and the western horizon.
In the distance I could hear the sound of children splashing and swimming in the lake, and nearer was the call between the two resident loons. The clouds were slowly drifting in from the northwest but the lake’s surface was smooth and mirror-like. The sunlight swept across the blue lake and reflected off the lily pads. It was the perfect end to this summer’s day.
With a weekend full of activities that already included an art exhibit reception, a 40-mile bike ride, and a baseball game, we decided to head out early this morning for some peace and quiet on a local lake. We had hoped to be on the lake as the sun was rising, but Mother Nature had other plans and the dawn began overcast and cloudy. As we launched our canoe we had the entire lake to ourselves, surrounded by the special stillness and quiet that is reserved for the earliest times of the morning. The lake was calm and we paddled near a shoreline that was lined with cattails and had lily pads floating nearby. As I looked at the lake surface and the reflection I felt like I was looking at a sheet of music with staff lines and notes placed in a pattern that was meant to be played and interpreted. Perhaps it was a prelude to the day that was just beginning — a time of wonder and calm when all the world seems still and all you have to do for the next hour or so is relax in your canoe, paddle on the lake, and enjoy the hours as they quietly develop.