bear creek

March 20, 2022

These mornings —

If I said they were quiet, then I would be lying.

They are quiet if you only consider the human world, but the birds started singing before dawn — their song carrying acroos the lake long before the sound of the boat motors came on.

In the same moment, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and felt peace around me for the the moment.

I took it all in —

Reminded myself that I could fall into the ease of the day —

Let it become.

What could be more meaningful than this quiet — these moments— silent— when my mind hand not yet begun to take in all the other distractions.

Morning dew still caught on the tent.

My feet cold — but happiness is present.