Lake Day

Ripples gliding through one another
Reflecting blurred green and brown
White puffs and streaks partially cover
No more sight of what just came down

I close my eyes to take it all in
Squeaks, chirps, and a small plane
Laughter, and counting of a game to begin
All paint the picture of the scene unseen

The family's gathered in church bells wake
Too much food awaits the chatting crowd
And a party is returning from a walk by the lake,
As I sit where the music's not too loud
I reflect on the memories we'll take with us

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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