Earlier this week, when I was vacationing in the mountains with my husband, I woke early one morning and slipped quietly out the back door of the inn. The rocking chairs on the porch were empty, although still clustered in friendly little groups, with empty glasses sitting on the porch railing. The grass was wet as I crossed the lawn to get to the shore. A mist drifted over the surface of the lake like the breath of friendly dragon.
I like a little time to myself in the morning, while the air is still chilly enough for me to need a fleece and the light is blue. How quiet the docks seemed, with all the canoes pulled up, the motorboats tied fast. I felt as if I were the only person in the world as I wandered along the edge of the lake, watching as the breeze made ripples through the eel grass. When I returned to the inn, I could see a light in one of the windows: someone just waking. My sneakers were soaked, and the bottoms of my jeans as well, and I felt chilled through as I climbed the crooked wooden stairs to the room where a dry bed and warm husband awaited me.
7 comments:
"eek! cold feet!"
at least that's the warm reception i would get...
Lovely pic.
Darn it, jo(e), you need to stop posting these pictures and posts or I am just going to die of jealousy! *I* want to be where you are (especially I want to be somewhere where early in the morning the air is chilly). I guess the next best thing is being able to live it vicariously through your posts, which are the next best thing to being there.
Lucky you and lucky him. A dry bed and a warm spouse-what could be better?
Sigh. This is so beautiful. I love getting up early and going out alone too. That blue light is fabulous.
WOW! I love this photo! Nice story, mmmm warm husband!
Love those blues! So sweet to see them and crawl back in with a warm husband. What a great scene.
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