It’s grey. It’s mildly foggy (okay, the fog was being a little stingy, but we took what we could get). It’s not yet seven a.m.. And it’s my friend Brian and I, watching a sunny day emerge from the shroud of quiet dawn. I sort of sprained my ankle/pulled a muscle to get here. That makes it sound heroic, but really, I just tripped in a parking lot. Not heroic. Not even close. Irrelevant—I still hobbled out to see the majesty that Lake Hodges had to offer. We stumbled upon several fishermen, and some awfully friendly ducks, or lake chickens, as Brian aptly named them.
This is probably another excessive number of images for one little morning at the lake. But the day was worth sharing, I thought. And, as you know—when I share, I SHARE. This weighted, gentle quietness is very hopefully worthy of your time. I hope it encourages you to both a) go out and explore local delights and b) return to places you have already explored. There is always something new to discover and magic to embrace. Tell me of the most magical of your local spots. One day I hope to discover them!