Sometimes life can be as clear as a mountain lake on a summer morning. Perfect reflections of your state of mind.

I stumble upon Manzanita Lake whilst sipping the last of my coffee. The stillness of the morning, the cool temperatures and light sounds of waterfowl combine for a perfect hike around the lake.

Everything seems to be under the artist’s paintbrush. The slow moving clouds reflecting in the water, the father and son feeding the ducks, the man casting out his fishing pole, even the deer foraging for its first meal of the day.

I ponder a recurring thought “why am I so lucky to be witness to such beauty?

to which the answer comes back to me in spades….

“the beauty is, and always will be, right here for those that open their eyes to see it.”

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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