With the ice receding at a quicker pace now, and with warmer temperatures upon us, the water and sky are seemingly in a competition to show off their best and most beautiful blue hues.
Looking rather ominous
Fall is hiding in the leaves, unveiling it’s glorious colours ever so gradually.
I’ve often wondered if water has memory. Does water flowing downstream via waterfalls, rapids and streams remember from where it came? When freshwater meets saltwater, do both waterbodies acknowledge the other as foreign? There’s something mesmerizing and awe inspiring about water that goes far beyond its life-giving properties. Water calms, beckons, intimidates, thrills and overwhelms.
I’ve lived on the water’s edge in Central Ontario for more than 45 years and to this day I am filled with wonderment and joy each morning as I look out upon the lake. The lake is always beautiful, always calling me to come sit on the dock, walk on the shore and look at the waves or the mirrored images shining brightly on a still morning.
I feel equally small standing at the ocean’s edge as at the lake’s shore. There’s no doubt that home is where the heart is and for me, home and water take up equal space in my heart. The lake will be here long after I’m gone from its shore, I can only hope that it will remember me.