Walking alongside the busy highway.. I take a slight left turn and angle myself towards the west side of the lake, here I find a lonely bench amongst trees, over looking the completely still water and the slowly melting snow. In front of me, I see a narrow, shallow cliff upon which I choose to sit. I glance at the beauty in front of me, and breathe the brisk, clean air. Suddenly three birds fly into my view and they gracefully float down, inches above the water. I watch as they glide for several feet before their feet all synchronize and touch the water at the exact moment. Mesmerized, I watch the glass water break and echo for what seems like all of eternity. The sky is a subtle orange now, the sun slowly setting behind the mountains that hold my comfort. Nearly twenty minutes later the hundredth car probably drives by, this one much louder than the rest, because I now find myself cold, and stuck back inside reality. It doesn't take long however, to be sucked back into the breath-taking image in front of me. For whatever reason the image of the lake brings back millions and millions of memories with nothing but the slightest glance. I'm stuck inside the concept of tranquility when someone on his cell phones walks by... Thankfully, my peaceful music blares out his useless talk..he is blind to the masterpiece unfolding in front of him and clueless that there is no other thing quite like this place. I question momentarily as to what I may do next year when I don't have my comfort place to sit and unwind. I tell myself that I can always come back, but I cannot be convinced otherwise..Although this spring sunset is definitely not the first I've experienced, for whatever reason I cannot pull myself away from its beauty. It's flawless and entirely peaceful. This image is permanently imprinted in my mind, for that I am sure. Perhaps I can take this as a sign, spring is here, and it's going to be beautiful. The year ahead will perfectly fly by, floating over the water until that exact moment where all tings collide seamlessly and become one. I have no sense of temperature, no sense of time. For whatever reason, I am stuck. Motionless. Hypnotized. The sky is a faint purple, the clouds a light pink, the water rolling slowly up to the rocks lightly covered with the last snowfall. The reflection in the water makes the sky look even more remarkable than the sky itself. As I gaze off I realize...it's dark now. And though not a single part of me knows why, I stand up, turn for one more look. And I seize this moment that I am given, and that I am so thankful for. I take a deep breath..walk back toward the bench that greeted my welcoming, I turn the corner...
