Small Stones -- The Lake { Jan. 16 - 18 }

It became ideal, my two-minute walk to work. I had more time to exercise in the morning and to zip home for lunch. I was able to get little tasks like cleaning, making dinner, and emailing done. I loved its convenience.

My current job is a 20-25 minute drive from my home. While I still wish I could walk, I have come to enjoy the commute. I listen to the same radio show every morning, filling my brain with cultural insights, and at night I drive home listening to music that suits my mood as I sift through my thoughts from the day.

This country drive with no stores along the way and not one subdivision to be seen, makes the drive wonderfully scenic. Fields, farms, country homes and markets dot the streets, and at the end of the day when the sun is setting, I relish the beauty of this place. It's vastness and it's charm. Each day, I pass the Lake and each day it shows me something different. The following three stones are moments where I've pulled over my car and just watched for a few minutes.

My words don't quite capture it, but it's a start and I'll get there.

16


The setting sun's yellows,
meets dark blue.
The frozen lake below
shimmers.

17


Rain pelts into the skin of water
above the ice.
Low-lying fog lifts,
rising like steam.

18


Instead of looking left,
I looked right.
A bog, frozen,
dead, barren trees
protrude from below.
A grey sky.

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