This is the wilderness part of the story.
I’m here with the sunrise. A thin fog charges, swirls, and glides over the surface of Nummy Lake. Constantly transforming, at times frantic and chaotic, at times unified and sweeping.
I thought I was waking for a show in the sky, but the air just over this water is right here with me. A symphony of silent movement. The wind picks up and tiny ripples catch the sunlight, thinning the fog as the morning warms.
I am right where I am supposed to be.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason