I suppose I am at heart really a morning person. I used not to think so; but I’ve now decided there is no better way to start the day (assuming I’m also starting out in prayer and fellowship with God) than walking down to the pond at the end of our road and watching the sunrise.
Today I had the presence of mind to take along the camera. There were geese out on the water, surely forty or fifty; I saw the ripples before the geese came into view, and wondered, because there was no wind.
The sun was just over the trees, out past the pastures below the dam, which were still shining since the sun hadn’t yet burned off the dew; on the shadow-side of the dam, over the water, the air was still thick with mist.
The pond– technically, our neighbor who grew up here corrects me all the time, it is a lake and was built years ago for erosion control and water conservation– and the cow pastures and the trees and the (quite limited!) wildlife, are just a little bitty snippet of nature; but this close to the highway and civilization, it’s the most I’m going to find. Yet there’s an inherent quiet there, a wordless peace.