The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs:
Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
–Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses
On the shore of a Northern lake, the lingering dusk is a sheltering cloak, an invitation
Getting off the beaten path in Michigan can lead to a window to a world of still waters and silent forests, where tufted clouds coast across a summer sky.
Pigeon River state forest, Michigan
Every path but your own is the path of fate; keep on your own track then.
–Henry David Thoreau
The power of the suggestive is much greater than the statement of reality.
And so it is that dappled sunlight reflected on a brook can touch you with a feeling of serenity that will re-visit you later, perhaps unexpectedly. If this seems strange, then as a stranger give it welcome.
Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present
And so it was with this little jewel of a lake, which suddenly appeared out of the woods as I was turning the corner on a country road.
Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value,
and its face of eternal youth.
There midnight’s all a glimmer and the noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet’s wing.
W B Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree
There’s nothing quite as relaxing as a drive along a green belt road to take in a sunset mirrored on a local lake.