I woke up this morning a bit stiff after playing 18 holes of golf yesterday and then returning home to spend another four hours enjoying the arrival of cooler weather while working out in my yard. With that in mind, it wasn’t a problem talking myself into driving to a local bakery for a bear claw and large coffee. I passed through the neighborhood just as the sun had risen over the tree line and was casting its long horizontal rays over a neighborhood lake.
I had witnessed similar scenes before but this morning, like
all mornings, was uniquely different.
So, I turned around, activated my emergency blinkers and parked by the side
of the lake. I was immediately greeted
with a chorus of bird songs praising their Creator and celebrating the promise of
a new day. Their unique voices mingled
across the placid waters, conjuring memories of entering Notre Dame Cathedral
one Sunday morning in Paris and being blown away by the acoustics of the
choir.
And then it became apparent that a gentle breeze was herding
white horses across the surface into a natural cove. They were colliding and rotating heaven ward
or back into the other direction away from me.
An occasional white horse made the U-turn in such a fashion that it evaporated
into an upward death spiral. The heat of the sunbeams ultimately dispersed the
foggy phantoms as their dance is unrehearsed in shallow depressions and watery
low lands. And reflections of new leaf
growth on the surrounding trees added an impressionist canvas to the overall
scene. A pair of Mallard ducks parted
the still waters as they swam through the calm waters that remained in their wake..
I instinctively retrieved my omnipresent iPhone and began videoing
and photographing the scene so that I took away only images in my mind and my trusty
Apple vault. That short glimpse of
heaven was a wonderful aperitif before I had even enjoyed my first taste of
coffee.
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