Sometimes an ordinary Saturday morning is the best kind. One without hurried preparation for big plans, but one that is not rushed that moves along at an easy pace with a peaceful walk on a lakeside trail.
Yesterday it was sunny and I stood in the cold air looking forward to a hike. Last week’s snowstorm left a blanket of fresh snow on the ground, but I could still hike the lakeside trail. The cold air cleared my mind and centered my thoughts on the wilderness around me. The icy lake stretched to a tree-lined horizon. Above me was a pale blue winter sky
There in the lake along the trail was a large piece of driftwood frozen in place by the shore.
“Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was.” Marilynne Robinson
The broken tree trunk and gnarled branches reminded me of moose antlers sticking up above the water. Although I knew there were no moose around there, and one roaming moose would not have traveled so long a distance to munch on the underwater vegetation. No, it was driftwood shaped by the weather and sculpted over time.
I liked the weathered piece of driftwood. I took a photo of it to remember wood antlers in the icy water.
Do you look for driftwood, shells or sea glass along a shore?