There’s something about sitting on the dock of my cousin’s cottage and looking out at the lake.

In the morning.

Before the busy-ness of the day begins.

It’s quiet.

You can hear some birds. Some bugs.

But mostly, you hear the stillness.

It’s peaceful.

Glorious.

Calming.

I want to soak it in.

To bottle it up and take it with me.

Ah, to be able to uncork that feeling when life gets stressful and crazy…

It’s a gift of serenity.

The green trees. The still lake. The blue sky with a sprinkling of white clouds.

Blissful.

You can’t force it.

You can only enjoy it while it’s there.