A Morning in Maine

The clouds were a soft gray as I awoke today, covering the entire sky. Not a day to jump out of bed, but one for which a lazy start seemed more fitting especially at 5:30 a.m. when even the dogs were continuing to lounge. As the bodies in the house started to stir, the clouds started to give way, first with s lightening of the grayness, then with breaks here and there, then with a melting of the remaining grayness, and finally, like a counter where an ice cube that has melted leaving water than is then sponged away, only the smooth blue sky remained.

A bowl of cereal covered with fresh blueberries was followed by a brisk walk with Debbie, Lori and, of course, Chipper who leaves Debbie's side only for a swim in the lake, a ball that needs retrieving, a bowl of food, an always well-deserved nap. Good exercise, good conversation, good weather. As we broke into a jog for the last mile (or so it seemed), I shouted out a jogging cadence (as experienced by me only in the movie) with the rhymes flowing effortlessly (though I can't remember them), and Debbie and Lori acting as the echos.

Soon it was into the boat for wake boarding by the boys. Nothing matches the smiles on their faces, so wide and bright and full of nothing by pleasure, not even the joy of the wind rushing by with a pure lake water smell and the motion of the boat as it cuts through the water or bounces across the waves.

I was sorry to part for the return to Boston and the office, but there was work to be done as is often the case. The ride was easy except for the feeling of exhaustion coming from too little sleep and too much morning activity.

Thought of the Day: If a day begins with a cloud covered sky and ends with a sun filled sky, clean air and warm water, then perhaps each day and each period of our lives can go from cloudy, overcast gray to a radiating warm clear day or period. Of course, each radiating warm clear day or period may turn cloudy and overcast, but as long as we know that the sun will shine again, we should be able to endure. Not so deep, but so true.

Added Thought:

Where there is water
A garden can grow
Where there is respect
Love can grow