Thursday, March 24, 2011
As I sit here watching the sparkling waters of Lake Tawakoni I realize how very lucky I am to be able to live the lifestyle of full time travel. It's 5 o'clock and the sunlight has turned the surface of the lake into millions of diamond-like sparkles and fishing boats are simply dark silhouettes against the light. I am content to sit for hours just watching the water birds diving and swooping in the peaceful calm of day. This is how I always react when I am in the vicinity of water--I hunker down and settle in. Around water I am content to just "be".
Perhaps that comes from spending many an hour at my grandfather's side sitting with cane poles in our hands fishing for crappie and catfish. Or from the lulling action of the water when sitting a boat trolling for walleye or pike or anchored in the reeds while attempting to lure a lake perch onto my line. Maybe it's the hours I've spent walking beaches with Denny or my mother. Whatever the reason, I feel at peace here and on this day, the second anniversary of my mother's death, that's a good thing. A very good thing.