From the Front Door

From the front door I see the lake.

It's large, obvious, and beautiful.

I see the sun shining down on everything in its path.

I feel like I just entered a new world,

One which is peaceful, wonderful, alive.

It sends a shiver down my spine, despite the heat of the day.

The grass, trees and bushes are lush green,

And flowers show themselves like tiny dots of color all around.

There are other colors too...

Childrens' chairs, and water toys,

Flags and bathing suits,

Kayaks and boats and other floaty things.

Making a most amazing rainbow across the ground.

I want to just ride it to the water,

Leave my troubles behind.

Question everything.

Question nothing.

Go where everything is new and fresh and good.

Then I remember...

I am already here.

The Moon

Ever since I was a very young child, I was entranced by the moon. I watched it follow us in the car at night. I wondered how it did that? How did it know how to go everywhere we went?

Its light is such lovely glow. It teases in the sky and gets you to look at it. It’s like a giant nightlight globe for all of us.

Looking at the moon doesn’t hurt like looking at the sun. The moon has taken just enough light from our sun so that we may share in its beauty without getting hurt. I wonder if the sun is jealous?

I remember from my childhood people talking about, “the man in the moon.” I didn’t understand what they meant. I expected to see a tiny man walking around up there, perhaps waving down at us from time to time. I never saw him.

I love when the moon is full, and it casts its silver light down on everything below. Silver light. How does it do that?

It’s no wonder there are songs, poems and legends based around the moon. It is very alluring. Simple, yet amazing at the same time. It phases in and out, and gets us to follow its schedule.

It’s a quiet temptress.