June 19, 2005

As Good As It Gets

The sun's hanging low on the horizon. The water looks like a sheet of bronze tinted glass. The trees shimmer with the reflection off the water, like our own private northern lights. There's no sign of humans except for our boat that suddenly seems out of place against the serenity of the lake. An eagle flies overhead. Nearby, a loon calls. In the distance a wolf howls. Beneath ten feet of water, ol' marble eyes tries to snag an evening snack. Two hours later he's in the frying pan. Life's as good as it gets.

Posted by chupathingy on June,19, 2005 at 1:22 AM | Comments (0)