The View

  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.