coffee and moon

Distant ghosting moon

Today I love the clear water of the bay, bell clear and soothing green where you can see to the bottom. I love that this day is as still as a church in prayer, the lake’s waters barely rippling in our bay today, no trace of the churning that made the shore grumble and grind and the docks and boats skip and bob in transit and on moorings like they were ready to play but weren’t allowed to run too free yesterday. I love that the slight, onshore breeze has our little flag at the end of the dock waving cheerily to us here on the deck, but that same breeze isn’t enough to make the leaves move at all. I love the full blue skies, with only a few wisps of cloud overhead and the banks of haze to the north, covering us and holding in our atmosphere in that rich blue bowl of light and sweet autumn air. I love these peaceful days that make the hectic and busy ones seem even more worth getting through, not just for the bustle and crackling joy of them, but for the reward of restful moments just like this. I love being alive and well and here and now.

Today I love that yesterday we deep fried a turkey out in the front yard for Canadian Thanksgiving, that my younger brother Dan was in charge of that, that veggies were cooked in the kitchen, that dressing was baked and other things heated and kept warm on the BBQ out back and that there was absolutely way too much food for my family to consume in one meal. I love that everyone went home with leftovers and that there is still a lot of food left for today. I love that friends are coming over to help us eat it and spend the afternoon with us here on the shore. I love that I know I will feel sad tonight when we head home.

Today I love the white ghost of the moon hanging in the sky as we ease on towards lunch time. I love the sound of the lawnmower next door and the smell of grass fresh cut in the cool of the morning. I love that there is still talk of paddling on the bay today. I love that everywhere I turn here at the cottage there seems to be a picture crying out to be taken and I love how that reminds me of my old house that I left at the beginning of this year.

Today I love drinking coffee in salute to the ghost of the noon time moon.