Misty for me

The little lakeside motel on Route 28 south of Cooperstown where we stayed after leaving (sob!) Melinda at Syracuse last week was much nicer on the outside (pretty scenery) than the inside (1950s-60s paneling, sagging sofabed, and tired carpeting).

Both mornings my aching heart propelled me outside to a plastic chair overlooking some docks on Goodyear Lake, a long, narrow serpent of sparkling water. (If you click on the link, our location was at the very end of Knotts Motel Road.)

The first morning, sun danced on the lake and I watched several men launch a boat from a trailer ramp to my left.

The second morning, low fog groped the evergreen slope across the lake, and vapors waved atop the water surface as the sun tried to break through.

I soothed my heart with meditation and prayer. Still waters restored my soul.

Thank you, God, for most these amazing days.

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