Water. The substance of Life. The water provides so much. Birds, wildlife and insects use this for life. People use this for fun as well. It’s rare to be here on a day when sail and people-powered and motor boats don’t compete for the space. The noise can be amazing. But at other times, it’s so still the buzz of bugs haunt my ears. The wind in the trees sounds like the ocean. The wind in pine sounds different than wind in birch and you need to be still and patient to hear the difference.
The click and buzz of insects as they send their coded messages across a fallen log hum against my skin. The sun warms my skin even as the breeze creates a chill. A feather from a duck, a goose, an osprey floats on the wind, chasing the dust moats in a silent game of tag.
I revel in the noisy silence. I can feel my heart slow. I want to stay, to burrow in like a mouse or nest like an eagle and live my life on the edge of the water, where life is refreshed with each lap against the shore.
