Looking out over the lake...
Early for work,
As usual...
I like to sit
And think
Before clocking in...
Psyche myself up...
Calm myself down...
Let my mind wander...
A little bit like meditation,
But not...
Just taking it all in...
Sights, sounds, smells...
All these sensations
Swirling about in the world...
And I feel them all...
Some time or another...
There are a lot of miles left
On this highway...
Many more adventures to be had...
Dragons to slay...
Or, at least, tame...
The engine idling
Like a big cat's purr...
Comfy chair
With lumbar support...
Motor boats
Drawing crested wakes
Across the surface of the water...
Water towers and radio transmitters,
Upscale mansions,
And even a lighthouse...
Great still lifes to be had...
One lone tree tries to block the view
Making some artistic statement...
Defiant,
And dying,
From the looks of it...
Not too far gone
To be revived
With care
And pruning,
But a house
Will likely
Take its place
Someday soon...
This view
Selfishly hoarded
By the back windows
That will be in that house...
Coffee by the lake,
Early morning,
Likely retired,
And from California...
Time rolling along...
Heavy wheels
Grinding in the dirt...
Meshed gears and augers
Milling rocks and stones
Into fine, pale sand...
Grit for the river rocks
Tumbled to a dull shine
With smooth rounded edges...
Dark and fossil rich...
The ocean floor from some
Long ago age
Is the calciferous bedrock
Of the area...
Caves and caverns
Too numerous to count...
Just below the surface...
Like so many things are...
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