the lake wakes up different every day. our little bay is moody and this pensive morning was not willing to add much color. water morphed into sky which morphed into water and, were it not for hog island and two birds, it would be hard to tell where they each started and ended.
every day we are on island i will take a picture of the morning lake. its hues, its movement, its message for the day.
today, as i look at this photograph with two birds and an island, i am quieted into thinking about the day. in looking at the date, i note that 27 years ago today i lost my big brother. i wonder if he is gazing out at this morning lake with me. i wonder if he looks out on the day, its hues, its movement, the message of this good earth’s day. i wonder if he has snapshots of every morning from heaven.