Where the black top end meets the gravel, that's where I want to be. Take those few miles in the back woods, few to see, but the view is just breath taking. The breeze as it hits you, taking in the scene. Down the path, over the bridge, there it is. Through a path of old trees lies the sand that leads to the great lake. On a sunny day with a slight breeze, this is the moment that I adore the most. The calm settles deep within my soul.
The water freezing to the touch on such a hot day, never does it warm. Rocks little and big surround me, everywhere I look, such a pristine sight. There, on a piece of smooth drift wood. A butterfly. It lifts off beckoning you to follow. Along the waters edge, following this little winged creature. Snap, snap, get the shot. Finally, upon a collection of colores and shapes it lands. Perfect. Something simple has emerged. A masterpiece, but not to the world. It warms my heard wherever I go to remember that with time and patience good things shall arise with the right mind.