I'm sitting by the lake, looking out over the water. I hear only the cawing of the birds and the quiet hum of cars off in the distance. Ahhh, this is my favorite place.
Here it is quiet and peaceful. No voices strike the silence and I hear only the panting of my tired dog lying next to me. He pants rhythmically in steady beats like a heartbeat. A jet zooms by overhead and I hear the slight rumble of the jet engine.
The sky is the bluest blue and there isn't a cloud in sight. The sun shines down from directly overhead and warms the air around me. It is almost as if the earth has stopped revolving and this moment is frozen in time. It is hard to believe that time is moving at the same pace as when I sit in business meetings or am cooking or caring for the children. Is it possible that one moment in time exactly equals the next when some feel so long and some rush by so fluidly?
Do we rush through life, rushing through the miracle moments and missing the amazement that is all around us? Do we take for granted being alive and the wonderful world surrounding us?
I sit quietly soaking in the view and the solitude the way a sun bather soaks in the rays of the sun. I let the solitude wash over me and warm my spirit. I bask in the serenity and enjoy the moment. This is my writing spot. I'm hidden behind an empty house amidst a busy neighborhood. I'm hidden from view. Only the lake knows I'm here, only the birds watch me as I sit and stare. This is my place of quiet serenity.