The lake near our house is usually quiet. No loud motors, no jet skiis. Just kayaks, pontoons, canoes smoothly gliding through the water. The other side of the lake is louder, with a large park and a swimming area. The sounds of children playing and swimming echo over the lake.
But our end of the lake is almost always serene, and never more so than at dawn or dusk. I especially love the lake when the mist is rising.
I sit there, letting my mind go blank and momentarily forgetting about anything I might be worried about.
A little swallow takes in the last rays of sunshine.
The trees turn black as the sun sets behind them.
As I leave the darkening lake, I always feel calm and refreshed. I would love to see the lake awakening at sunrise. I am definitely a night person but perhaps I'll make it one of these mornings.