Summertime

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It’s a peaceful morning on Lake Champlain as the sun ascends over the distant mountains, its golden reflection glittering across the surface of the water.  There is a certain quality in the light and the sparkles that dance on the surface that reminds me of my childhood and makes me feel comforted.

I woke up a bit too early this morning, and in my sleepy haze, I heard a loon calling out maniacally.  I was too tired to distinguish what it was at the time, but whatever it was, it seemed to be laughing at my inability to sleep.  But I got the last laugh because getting up afforded me the opportunity to relish the serenity of the morning on the water.

It’s our last day of vacation, which is always bittersweet; I hate to leave, but I look forward to being home.  We’ve been camping in Grand Isle State Park, which was surprisingly quiet for the first 5 days of our trip, and then suddenly inundated with fellow vacationers for the last two.  I’m all for people enjoying the great outdoors, but I’m also introverted and semi-solitary by nature, thus I tend to feel a bit overwhelmed when surrounded by the hubbub of families recreating en masse.  But it wouldn’t be fair for me to begrudge them this opportunity, so I just do my best to find a little slice of solitude away from the crowd.

As it turned out, the perfect quiet place was floating on the paddle board out in the middle of the lake.  The nice thing about this is that (in addition to being quiet), you feel as if you are actually laying right on the water, just gently drifting and lolling up and down in the wake of an occasional passing motor boat.

And no summer vacation would be complete without the requisite amount of sunburn.  Although I was largely spared due to diligent and regular applications of sunscreen, my lips and nose are a tad crispy, giving me the look of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer with a badly botched Botox job.  Oh, well.  It’s a small price to pay.

Summer is a blissful time.  Fireflies twinkle across the yard in the evening and watermelon juice drips down your chin, folks line up at the creamy for ice cream cones that require quick and fervent efforts to lick them before they melt, grills are fired up and beers are imbibed, hummingbirds dart into the orange trumpets of daylilies, swimming holes are splashed in and shrieks of fear and/or delight are heard as kids fling from a rope swing, the garden is lush and plentiful.  Life is at its fullest and most abundant and all of it seems to be rejoicing at once.  Let’s join in the celebration, shall we?

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