August came with the shades of green and blue, with the quietness of Oak Lake and the simplicity of the rented cottage. Mornings that start with a glistering light over the water, early canoers, a swimming dog and a cup of dripping hot coffee in your hand. Days that are devoted to fishing and reading and evenings around the fire that celebrate the last gold and purple flecks of the sun's fading rays over the peaceful water's surface. Moments of solitude, harmony with nature and the pure joy of disconnect from ticking clocks, busyness, schedules and deadlines. Countless humbling reminders of man's place in the greater scheme of things. Passages of life when one easily gets lost in the rhythm of the natural world and the slowness of time. Life doesn't pass you so quickly rather it drifts along lazily with the current. Worry thoughts do not hunt the mind because you rejoice in the honesty of a simple world and going back to yourself. Minutes and hours do not slip through your grasp rather linger like the haunting beautiful wail of the loon adding more time and present days to life. Only to help you learn once again "what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be better." (Nicholas Sparks). 
That being completely absorbed by the enjoyment of simple pleasures with loved ones is where the meaning of life lies in.




I wish you beautiful and peaceful late summer days.