We drove to the lake yesterday under ever-changing skies. We arrived after dark and found the gate to our lane, not unexpectedly, padlocked. While this discourages intruders during these quiet months, it also lends to the feeling of entering the set of a horror movie. Opening a creaking gate and driving down a dark lane was a little eerie.
This morning all seemed well and instead of feeling lonely, the lake seemed peaceful. Some sun helped and a yard filled with birds felt like enough company.
Mark and I took the dogs for a walk and found all sorts of marvels. When we were here a month ago, the trees were bursting with color. Now, most are bare of leaves. What that reveals are the quiet treasures. Mark spotted a paper wasp nest suspended by a slender branch. A white tailed deer later streaked by me as I drove to town for a few groceries. I almost missed her because she blended into the woods so completely.
You have to look harder now to find each bit of beauty but it is there. The few remaining bits of red and yellow seem almost out of place among these subdued landscapes. I understand why the kids love the bright oranges of Halloween but the soft tones of the world right now remind me to slow down and pay attention. I'm trying.
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