A few weeks ago a visitor to my home asked if I ever grew tired of the view from our deck. I honestly answered, "No, not ever". One reason , the view is never really the same - but ever changing and different, not only with each season, but day to day, sometimes hour to hour.
In early morning the lake glistens in the rising sun, as though covered with a million billion jewels. By late afternoon, the cool blue water is more like a mirror reflecting a perfect image of curvy mountains and majestic trees bordering the shore. This evening, the sky, so vast and wide is clouded in blueish gray, the mountains underneath shaded with a muted , purplish hue. The scene seems other worldly and surreal, making it easy for me to envision a land of make believe - a distant place far, far away where dreams come true, and loved ones dance and sing through wooded land, greeting each other with joyful embrace. Yet, what I see isn't make believe, but up close and personal, very real and nearby. It's as though nature's beauty wraps around me, like a cape keeping one warm in winter .
All is quiet, the air is still. A ray of light peeks through the heavenly sky, and a moment of grace engulfs my soul. I am roused from my reverie , and grateful for the view I see every day , close to home where family and friends come and go, building sweet memories for us to grow.
