I don't think I ever desired to know what the lake looks like at 6am
Now that I am so close to the lake I could spit and hit the shore
My curiosity grows stronger.
I know that I need to get back into my routine
the routine that I loved and enjoyed
I exercised a minimum of 4 days a week.
The lake has been calling to me ever since we moved
It is inviting me
telling me to come see
come sit by
"Run around me like ole times," the Lake says
So why don't I
one day take a walk and see for myself
what it is like under the moon light
I could not sleep last night
It was as if the water keep interupting it
My sleep was drowning in the need to see
to be at the tip of the shore
receding shoreline as the low tide is a reflection of how long it took me to come this way
It is 6am
the air is clean
So this is what the lake looks like while I dream
The Lake at 6 am is as perfect as perfect can be
I wonder if its presence on this Earth is just to protect me, provide food and bath me?
Silently respect and care for me
This lake at 6 am is a resting place
A place for me to find refuge while living in a world where is peace is only respected when you die.
As I place my shoes right up to the last second where the tide will actually touch my soles
I stand in awe at the tiny fraction of what I can see there in the dark
However, what I feel will be felt forever
I feel life all around me
Living. moving. breathing.
The lake at 6 am
Is the beginning...
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