If lazy starts mean late finishes, then leisurely days make for big pushes later. And as yesterday was all I could have hoped for, then today was impossibly more.
With the lake all to myself, I was awash in majesty. How could you not fall in love with this place? How could you not want to come back again and again? Here indeed there was something just out of reach that sang secrets to your soul.
Unthinking, I reeled the miles off. It seemed hardly a push but a blessing disguised as an adventure.
Not everyday will be as close to perfect as is possible for us mortals. But as far as I can figure, the trick is to be grateful for them all. It makes the bad bearable and the best better and more.