This time last year I was camping on this pristine little lake West of Ottawa. I found myself thinking of it recently, wishing that I was there again this weekend no doubt. I’m hoping to get out camping again soon, but until then writing about it will have to do.
In the morning mist I can hear the loons.
Echoing across the lake in their eerie tunes.
Other than their calls, the lake is silent.
It is a perfect setting to take in beside my tent.
The morning chill refreshes the air.
Waking me up, as over the still water I stare.
Through the chill my senses start to ignite.
A warming sensation arises, as the East shows first light.
In the morning sky, I can see the horizon catch fire.
Burning through the forest, it’s a sight to inspire.
Over the distant hills, the sun slowly rises.
It is a perfect view as my body arises.
The morning burns through my weary soul.
Igniting my spirit to take on the day as a whole.