I am once again walking the trails and paths along the shore of Prospect Lake. Quiet walker, I explore the lake’s nooks, the contour of its shore, and regard the changing moods of its waters.
Sometimes they are calm as a reflecting pool; other times the breeze causes them to wave gentle; on stormy days, the strong Atlantic winds ruffle them and push crested waves against the northern shore.
Sometimes the waters are moss green under a dense mantle of clouds; other times, they reflect the pastel colors of the summer sky.
This evening, at dusk, they were a deep, bright blue, like the sky. I regarded their beauty and pondered whether my heart reflected the lake’s blue ki.