On A Northern Lake
It's night.
The sky is dark.
We're on a lake ...somewhere beyond “up north”, past the end of the road. In wilderness.
The air is still ...and silent.
The lake's surface mirrors the silence. Smooth as glass. Reflecting.
The silence is broken only by the sound of a paddle quietly dipping through the glass, into the water. It's the quiet force that is gently moving us away from the shore.
Nearing the middle of the lake, we pull the paddle in. Movement stops. Silence reigns.
We look around. We are not alone. Lining the shorelines are the night-darkened spruce performing their hit single - "Look up!"
We look up.
Magnificence envelopes us.
The stars, including nebulae, novas, comets, planets, etc., are spread from horizon to horizon to depths beyond what one's eye can see and one's mind can fathom. It is a work incomprehensible in its scope and beauty.
Then, into this magnificence, enters the dance - the free-flowing movements of the northern lights. They are in ever-changing colors. They mesmerize.
We look back across the lake. Its surface is a reflection of the universe above. It dances.
We are still.
We have come to know.
The silence is broken.
It's time to fish.