Friday, July 17, 2015

A Perfect Beginning


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.


Audrey said...

Sounds like the perfect start to the perfect day.

James Evans said...

Beautiful picture and poetry