The kayak slid slowly into the placid water; sparking ripples that spread without fanfare across the tranquil blue. The quiet interrupted only by the plop of water droplets trickling from the paddle as it dipped and rose in a timeless rhythm.
The lake, a deep inky blue, cast back the glory of the morning sky.
An eagle perched high on a leafless tree watched our every move. It's white head gleaming in the morning sun.
The hour was early. The pace slow. The beauty undeniable.
The perfect beginning to a summer day.
Somehow I know that whatever the remaining hours hold, these moments will sustain.
2 comments:
Sounds like the perfect start to the perfect day.
Beautiful picture and poetry
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