Early on a summer morning, the air is cool and clear. The breezes off the lake and through the tall, shadowy trees are refreshing. It's so pleasant to sit in a chair outdoors by the water, watching the birds swoop and soar for their breakfast while I'm sipping a cup of coffee.
Over the Independence Day holiday I headed south, driving almost an entire day, to arrive in the deep south with its thunderstorms and humid heat.
A while back, when I lived for years by Galveston Bay in Texas, the house was beside the water, too. And the purple martins, in their numerous communal houses, soared and slid through the air, catching their meals in the sky.
The dock juts out into the lake, a grand viewing place for nighttime fireworks displays. The waves gently slapping the piers of the dock make a peaceful, soothing sound.
Some vacation photos, to keep the memories close to the surface. A slower tempo, a deeper rythmn of life.