Pond Water

I drove Adam and James down to the train station this morning at 5:30. On the way back—though tempted to re-crash in bed—I decided to heat out on my bike. The morning was bright and cold, and it was delightful to witness the springtime transformation from dawn to day. Passing by houses with ponds out front, I could see the thick mist from the water, uneven and trance-like, rising from the lake to meet the rays of light filtering through the trees. The way springtime harnesses light, new growth, and the physics of mist to transform muddy pond water into something worthy writing about is a testimony to our Creator. Even manicured, suburbanized, and domesticated properties on the North Shore won’t keep the creation's mouth shut from declaring her Maker's handiwork.