At the Lake

It took a while for me to fall asleep last night. My mind wanted to keep replaying the day's events, and I couldn't shake the music out of my head. Song after song kept popping in and out, and I was soon singing to myself in quiet whispers, as if trying not to disturb the darkness.

This morning, after a late breakfast of steel cut oats, yogurt, apples, crisp bacon, and coffee, we set out to walk around Lake Padden with Lola Malu. The lake was smooth as glass except where punctuated by kayakers or ducks. I drank in this soothing scenery -- and wished I owned a canoe!

Row your boat.