Two o’clock in the morning… The moon wide awake, shining brightly, almost full. Its long beams stretching the length of the lake. The trees standing silently, their silvery glow eerie but beautiful. The sounds of the night, the croaking and calling of the frogs and loons.. listening as we paddle quietly in a canoe, hugging the shore, ducking as the thunder of wing beats pass overhead, the Blue Heron’s rest disturbed with our visit, now seeking a new spot to sleep.. quiet giggles as our hearts start beating again. The paddles dipping in the water, their quiet splashes sounding so relaxing, so serine as the canoe passes over the light ripples, the lapping sound mixing with the nights songs.
*smiles and twirls*
My magic place, another weekend full of memories…..