Throw some line out into the water, stake your fishing pole into the ground...
Then watch the land and water wake...
And the clouds come rolling in...
Then suddenly the sun comes out, fully shining above the hills. It warms your chilly hands, and cleanses busy minds and souls.
There are others by the water...
And some on it, too.
Barely speaking, just casting. Feeling the water through our fingertips.
The sun rises higher and higher. The air grows warm. You watch the blue lake shine and sparkle, and dance under the light.
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
And the lizards started coming out.
It turns out to be a slow, hot day. The fish just weren't biting.
But it's okay.
Smile. Have a beer and call it a good day.
Because any day by the lake is a good day.