Hayden Lake was beautiful tonight...
How it just lay there in it's peaceful slumber. And how it slept under its icy blanket of snow. Lit only by the moonlight and the soft glow of lakeside houses. As I slowly drove by this tri-toned harmonic serenity, I wondered how it could be at such peace with its surroundings, how such simplicity could be so beautiful, and why I couldn't comprehend it. I couldn't even begin to relate with such peace. But still, I felt it.
That's all I needed...
You don't need to understand peace and beauty before you feel it.
Or even need it.
This was a near perfect end to a long and confusing weekend... My drive around the lake was overdue and well needed. After three nights of my mind keeping me awake, constantly replaying past conversations over, and asking questions I have no answers to I am finding it increasingly hard to focus on anything.
Yesterday I woke up at 6 a.m.. Everything was packed and ready to stuff into the back of my car. I had to be headed out the door by 6:30 in order to get to work on time. I threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, caked on another layer of deodorant in attempt to cover up the fact that I wasn't going to shower for the rest of the day, grabbed my snowboard and headed out the door. As I backed out of my icy driveway, I fumbled my way through my iPod and picked the first appealing set of music to drown out my thoughts so I could just wake up already. It was another beautiful winter morning with Canfield Mountain capped with fresh snow, complemented perfectly with the frosted pine trees that followed either side of the road. As they slowly yawned they wondered why the sun never asks for permission to rise at such an inconvenient hour.
I still have no answer for them.
All I knew was that all I had to do was just get through my shift. Then after that there was nothing but time and distance separating me from the soft unblemished snow that would soon be beneath me. By 9:30 a.m. I knew it was going to be a good day when I looked out the window and saw snow falling in front of Java at the intersection of 4th and Sherman. I was off and gone by 2 o'clock straight to my house to change and pick up my brother. I was already gone to my appointment with my wintry therapist before I even woke up that morning. But the day finally came when I would have to bring my brother along...
We finally arrived two hours later and by 4:30 we were sledding away.
The therapy session had officially begun. By the end of our first run I removed my goggles and saw that the sky had cleared up just in time for me to admire the end of the sunset over the Schweitzer’s windy peak. As we waited at the bottom of the bunny hill surrounded by innumerable hordes of small children and beginner skiers who don't even give the slightest hint of concern that they are scraping my snowboard to shreds, I suddenly found myself not caring anymore because I became too occupied by admiring the view from where I stood in line.
The cobalt sky sang in perfect harmony with the moon as it lit up thousands of square miles of endlessly snow covered mountain ranges. I knew that if for no other reason at all, God brought me up here to see this single moment and capture my heart once again.
So tonight while I drove around the lake I had that very moment reliving itself inside my mind.
And then I came around that corner and saw the entire lake suddenly reveal itself in its glorious 11° air right in front of me as if it were waiting for me to just reach out and paint the sky with my fingertips. I slowed to a complete stop to sit and watch the deep blue silence and thought to myself, "This is what will get me to sleep tonight..."
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