When the gray of winter arrives and
frost settles across the land, I often reflect on the warmer days of summer’s
past. There are but a few true iconic
moments I can remember, moments that stirred my soul into greater understanding - none more prominent - none more lasting - than times
spent floating above the mirrored waters of a gentle lake . . . in the soft
light before sunrise.
Keith
So much serenity in this.
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