are you feelin it? i’m feelin it. . .

There is just the slightest sliver of orange outlining the eastern horizon. As I often do, I roamed around the dark house trying to find all the little trinkets I thought I needed without flipping lights on and off along the way. It’s a difficult task. Especially if one of those trinkets are your glasses. .

On Monday I took advantage of a beautiful, unseasonably warm day to paddle around my little lake. Something I hate to say has become sort of boring as of late. But the wind was howling out of the south producing a nice chop and occasional waves a foot or so high were slapping in and around the quartzite boulders that litter the shore. I took advantage and slid in tight to the rocks, weaving in and out in a little game of “don’t kill the boat”. I often wonder what this place must have looked those long millennia ago when these boulders were still the girders of tall islands rising from the inland sea. It’s sandy bottom is still visible frozen in rocks. It takes little effort to find stones with the wavy signature of a shallow ocean floor frozen into it’s surface. In Wisconsin what separates us from the ocean is not just distance, but time.

Something strange happened. When I sat down yesterday to write I noticed my profile picture. I thought, “Do I really look like that??” It’s been awhile. So I checked. No need to change it yet I suppose. Maybe a bit more gray. . . Yeah, I’m feelin’ it . . .