Returning once again to my reflection spot was very relieving, this time. It was really the only downtime I had this week, and getting the chance to just be out in the woods across the lake, taking in sights and sounds and smells, was much needed relaxation. As I came to my reflection spot, just to the right of where you get off the bridge across from Lakeview, I decided to walk a little further up the path, down to where the stream feeds into the lake. I chose not to go to this place for my first reflection, but something compelled me this time to spend more time next to the stream (the soothing sound of running water, perhaps?). Or, maybe I wanted to further explore this area simply because I couldn’t remember the last time I did.
Things had certainly changed from when I first reflected from this area. The snow is all gone now. As I look across the lake I see that the thin sheets of ice that used to stretch across its surface are no longer there. And that reminds me, the trash can that used to be stuck in that sheet of ice under the bridge has been long gone. I wonder when and how and who fished that out for a moment before moving on. I notice how everything seems to still be clinging to winter; the trees are still bare, grass is still dried out and stiff, and the air retains its crispiness. Spring isn’t quite here yet, but I suppose I’ll start to see changes very soon. I saw a few colorful mallards floating lazily on the lake; in fact, everything seemed to be moving very slowly, and it was very calm and quiet. This was a huge contrast to my life at the moment, hectic and stressful. Hopefully, after this week I can try to be more like those mallards during break.