This morning's walk around the lake was that little slice of perfection that so seldom comes your way. The sky was sun-bright clear and the water reflected every sparkle.
My mind skipped to the Chesapeake Bay where we go every summer and mornings on the dock when the bay is flat-calm. "Like glass" by childhood father would announce to us coming back to the cabin after an early morning survey of boating conditions.
Gazing out over brilliant water irons out my soul. Somehow all the tangles of life seem to have potential for fixing or at least managing.
Water somehow rights my balance.
And sets straight my path.
With joy.
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