Sitting upon this wooden porch,
I look out.
Look out to the untouched.
Deep,blue lake.
Right in front of me.
No where to go,
Nothing to do.
As I gaze upon the natural beauty laid in front of me.
Sitting, I think..
Think, how could it get any better?
The sun kisses the shinny, glistening water, as i dip my toe into the water.
The murky,unclear water;
now stuck between my toes.
The coldness of the water sends a chill down my spine.
Goosebumps arise on my arm,
The tiny hair follicles now standing up straight.
I resume my seat on the porch.
In need of capturing this moment,
I take out my camera,
Capture the beauty.
Talking to myself,
I say " It doesn't get better than this."