I've done a lot of driving up and down the interstate lately. But we needed one more short trip, down the road to the lake. This was our first trip of the year. This was the coldest visit we have ever made. It's the first time we've ever had to turn the heat on. But no matter. We just needed a place to be still and quiet. A place to gather our thoughts and settle our souls. Refresh and recharge.
The lake always does that for us. There isn't much to do there this early in the year except fish or read or knit, and watch the lake activity. The boat traffic consisted of just a few fishermen, bundled up against the wind, hoping to land a big one.
I saw exactly one fish caught—the big catfish that Daddy-O reeled in soon after we arrived. It was back in the water soon, swimming away, after having it's picture made.
The sun was glorious but the wind was ferocious. I added a jacket on top of my fleece vest and sat on the pier anyway. My knitting and Daddy-O's fishing are most companionable hobbies. We can talk, or be comfortably silent and enjoy being together.
As the sun was going down on Friday, the winds calmed and the water stilled. We thought the next day might be better for enjoying the pier. But on Saturday morning, it was blowing harder than ever. I added another layer and went back outside anyway.
It won't be long before we'll have grandchildren here, swimming and splashing, kayaking, and skiing, and quiet will be hard to come by. We love those kinds of lake days, too. In fact, we can't wait!