I really don’t think I’d ever tire of watching the colors change at bear lake. Every hour has it’s own unique beauty. I tried to capture some of that on camera this year….but it’s never the same as actually being there….feeling the beauty with your whole soul….the smells, the breeze on your face, the taste in your mouth, the sand on your feet. I love the afternoon sparkly water. I really think there is nothing more soothing to the soul than sun on water.
And, oh, those rays shooting down on cloudy afternoons. My mom always called them Angel Slides. Hazel really liked that name. Hazel also loved watching the sunsets with me. All the beauty brought out the poet in her. Here’s the poem she dictated to me as we watched the sunset our last night at BL:
When it sunsets at Bear lake
there’s so many colors I can see
there’s pink and orange and yellow
all sorts of colors
Maybe a little bit of colors in the rainbow.
All of the other kids kind of like the sunset.
But I love the sunset.
It shines and sparkles,
a lot like the sun over the lake.
I hope the sunset at home is like this.
And all the clouds, they turn colors, and laugh and laugh when the sun sets.
Oh –that could is pink and blue
oh, that is so beautiful.
I wish I could be that cloud.
What’s really beautiful is having so much time to kick back and soak it all in. It felt really good.