So the dramas of the last month are winding down. My sleep is still not scheduled and normal. I slip out of bed as I watch the sun peek up over the ridge of the lake and the light starts to flood the lake with early morning light.
I look over at hubby, still sleeping in room 5. I see the peaceful look of rest on his face. The look I wish I had or could feel after the weeks of torment.
I pull my clothes on an grab my PFD. Quietly open the door and head towards the dock.
The fog is hovering over the lake. The mist formed by the temperature difference between the air and water, brings the waves of white fluff across my field of vision.
The lake is never silent. The sounds of the wind, birds, trees, and water are constants yet never the same from moment to moment.
I lift the kayak into the water. I slowly paddle onto the lake. Leaving my worries on the shore. Now so focused on the start of a new day, the mist, and the sounds of the waking birds.
Peace follows me as I paddle.
Love sends my prayers toward the heavens.