A place to listen to the world around me, and yet there is no need for me to be an active part in any of it.
The dock isn't fancy, no benches or chairs to sit on. Instead I bring down the pink and white checkered blanket that I found tucked away in a hall closet. I lay it out as a cushion of sorts between me and the hard man-made white plastic rectangles of the dock. It isn't very comfortable, but then neither is the hard, clear plexiglass of the tanning bed that I willingly submit myself to during the long, cold, dreary months of winter. Submitting myself just so I can get some Vitamin D and a little color, so why wouldn't I do the same here on the dock. Here I am getting Vitamin D, warmth, some natural golden color, as well as a refreshing breeze and time to be still. Time to close my eyes and just listen.
I hear the sound of a lawn mower some dozen cottages away. I don't mind the sound, it is the sound of summer.
At the moment there is one Sunfish sail boat on the water, as well as, a couple of fishing boats. Most K-12 schools just finished classes this week, so the lake is quiet yet, not filled with Sea Doos and small speed boats pulling screaming teenagers on over inflated inner tubes. Next weekend may be a different story, so for now I will enjoy the moment.
As I lay here the sounds of birds calling and chirping are plentiful. There is one call that is quite fascinating to my husband, it sounds like someone whistling. There are waterfowl nearby as well, a pair of Mallards float near the shore and lying at the end of the dock to my right is an unusual looking and sounding duck. I will have to bring my binoculars out with me next time so I can figure out who this unusual guy is.
The best sound of all though is the sound of the water gently lapping against the shore. So peaceful, so soothing. A sound that gently pulls you in and before you know it an hour has passed. A little vacation nap with time to be still.
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