daybreak over lake champlain

I arrived home safely last evening after some very pleasant days in Plattsburgh. Much earlier that day, on Friday morning, I walked down to the lake. I found a rock to sit on and in the stillness, the following came to me. I had my Blackberry with me, so I took some photos with the phone, and I typed this into my little keyboard in "notepad" mode. How strange to be in nature, and have technology be able to help preserve the moment. (Remember you can enlarge any photo by clicking on it.) It was about 6:45 a.m. on 6/5/2009:

Daybreak over Lake Champlain

The earth is cool, and
the sun is warm.
I sit between the two,
with coolness from the rock upon which I sit,
traveling up through my bones,
and warmth on my face
moving down through my skin.

I sit at the water's edge.
At close glance, the water is clear and calm.
I see all the rocks and pebbles --
shades of gray, browns and reds and tans.
The water gently laps.
Further out, shiny black Saran wrap of lake top --
smooth and unbroken,
with no boats' wakes just yet.

The birds are sweetly chirping and whistling and calling.
The sun is half-way up the sky,
having risen within the hour, burning off the haze.
Green mountains shrouded in gray across the lake.
Silently, the dance clouds of little water flies
travel slowly like dust bowls.
In the distance as my attention zooms out,
I can hear the highway sounds every so often,
or a small plane flying the sky.

Three small cedar waxwings hop the rocks
and then take flight, back to the trees.
Do they enjoy all this?
Or do they take it for granted like we take our lives.

I want to sit here all day and be part of this landscape
while being apart from it too.
To be and observe.
All the change.
All that remains the same.

(By Nan P. ©2009)