Day 9 – Story from a Picture
As I sit and watch the setting sun, low in the sky over the lake, I am filled with peace. All around me there are people walking, talking and children playing. But I don’t hear them.
My mind is shut off to all that noise that surrounds me and clashes around inside me.
There are very few moments like this for me. My thoughts always seem to be racing from one end to the other in my head. Jumping up and down, trying to grab my attention like a small child would.
But sitting out on that picnic bench, facing the water, I am filled with silence at the beauty unfolding before my eyes.
I just watch.
Slowly that bright orange circle colors the sky it touches with hues it has chosen just for tonight. Just for me.
It is not in a hurry and neither am I.
First it kisses the water. Gently and seductively as it gracefully meets the edge of the lake.
Slowly sinking deeper and deeper till I can only see the very top. Then with a wink, it disappears leaving me in awe of this spectacular event that happens night after night. Time after time. Regardless of the weather, I know without having to see it, that this will happen.
One last sigh at the majestic elegance of this evening ritual as I feel my brain awakening to the noise within me.
The evening show now complete, I pick myself up from that bench. Finally realizing all that is happening around me.
But for just a few moments my entire world was quiet.