The Lake

November 28, 2012
The wind tears through the trees.
Leaves drift down by the dozens
as I walk to the lake with Alec at my side.
The lake’s usual glass reflecting surface is rippled.
Geese take refuge,
bobbing up and down,
stretching their wings.
The winds pushed the water
into strange rippling patterns,
curving this way and that.
Cold fresh air
blasted my face.
I breath deeply,
and let my mind enter
the nature of this moment.

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