It is mid-afternoon on Loon Lake in Rangeley, Maine, on a hot summer day.
I lift my head ever so gently from the float’s pillow and
see the sunlight shimmering on the slow moving waves coming across the lake in
front of me. I close my eyes dreamily
and reopen.
The green of the pine trees lining the lake is vivid; the bright
blue of the sky, brilliant with white/gray cumulous clouds ever so slowly
moving east. Eight loons – yes, eight,
something unheard of – glide together in a pack not far from where I
float. They’ve been near our dock and
our end of the lake all day. I wonder
why. What about today has drawn them so
peacefully to this area and made them linger here so long?
It’s the day. It’s
the time, the place.
I am relaxed with a depth I almost never experience. The beauty, the sun’s shimmer and warmth, the
calm, nature, quiet – I am immensely grateful for right here, right now,
needing only this and nothing more.
Photo: Loon Lake, Rangeley, Maine
