As the sun broke across the horizon, I pushed the canoe onto the lake and enjoyed pure solitude. Not even the sound of birds calling to each other through the trees with the hope that others might be awake to return their call. The water was like glass. With each paddle dip, a beautiful pattern of ripples gracefully pushed away until calm returned again. Wispy tendrils of mist twisting and turning from the lake’s surface, chased by the expanding rays of sunlight. Free Spirit ~ A true moment of mindfulness, gliding past the silent shores, appreciating the simple beauty of nature and life.
This week’s photo challenge theme brought this photo to mind, from that peaceful paddle a few summers ago.
Ciao! ~ Kat B.