A place to be

Damon Park boat

Memorial Day Weekend, heralded as the start of summer. It brings to mind long, lazy days spent in a hammock or row boat. it makes me want to be in a place where I can hear the cry of loons, the breeze sighing through the pines overhead, and the water lapping at the shore. Where a good book, cold drink and morning walks are the makings of a great day. Where at night a fire brightens the darkness below and the stars shine above. Both reflecting off the smooth water.

In it

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                 My feet in the water feeling it flow

                                        and instantly cool me.

                My thoughts in the treetops catching the breeze

                                                                            as it passes me.

               My heart in the wild seeing nature around me

                                         senses alert, yet soothed by it all.

RKBrown 2015


Turning left along a path brought Joe and I to the backside of a view I generally only see from the far end of this scene. Though I could see the cars passing in the distance, it felt as if we were someplace brand new and far away from the hustle and bustle of the daily world. The air was fresh, the ground not yet muddy from snow melt, and the sun warm on our shoulders. Being able to get out and about with Joe and see him enjoying the walks and hikes is a new experience as I usually would hike on my own in the past. Now we do it together, and it is a whole new activity for us in this new phase of life.

As it melts


The snow is nearly gone, the streams full of the runoff. The balmy weather so out of season, but enjoyable. Every year we have quirky weather. I remember snow in mid April 30 years ago, and 70’s in February the same year. It is best to accept that the weather will be unpredictable and enjoy each of its many facets.