Monday, September 05, 2005
It was an exquisite summer day at Lake Coeur d'Alene today. Now that my personal GPS system is not calibrated by the school year calendar, it was not the last day of summer but another day of a beautiful, hot idyllic summer that we here in The 'Kan bear as a personal entitlement. I would give just about anything to adequately describe the blue of the water, the delicate haze of the hills, the luscious warmth of the sun and the comings and goings of the dragonflies and butterflies that merrily tagged me all the way down and back to Harrison as I rode my bike on The Trail of the Coeur d'Alenes today. It was surreal.
The butterflies landed all over me all day--kissing and flirting in such a manner that would have embarrassed me on another day. The dragonflies few two feet ahead, buzzing over and under and around me and laughing and talking with each other as they passed me off when I entered a new grid on the trail-- my own personal air traffic controllers on a road to a summertime Jerusalem. The pine trees, my lifelong friends, stood tall and gave a gracious nod as I passed and I, in turn, was deeply humbled once again by my family's personal legacy to me. The grasshoppers littered my path, just to remind me that distractions can sometimes come in the most seductive of forms.
Was it all real? Were these things of this world? Was there a message beyond life is so beautiful somedays it's puzzling?
I may never know for sure what today was really about or who was calling to me but I clearly heard them in the shimmer of the water, the shadow of the trees, and the billion hues of blues and greens. I am rich, rich, rich.
The 'Kan EWA