Standing by the lake, I occasionally enjoy the little moments in life, when you feel alive. Alive because you feel. There just seems to be nothing better to do during the autumn than just to stop for a minute and listen. Why is it that the cold chases us indoors when it’s the best moment to go outside and stop time for a second.
Standing by the lake, I let every little sound flow. The rustle of leaves, the water rushing against the banks, the occasional person walking his dog, the wind, even the incessant highway nearby. I stare at the once mundane, now beautiful sights. The ducks landing, the moving trees, the water, the sailboats. I savor the wind blowing in my hair, the rain patting my face.
At night, when I can’t sleep, I’d open my backdoor and just stand. A bustling neighborhood at day, there is a dead feeling. I hear the wind roar and the sound of leaves falling. I hear mice rustling around. In my mind, a band is singing and I can’t help but smile. That’s when you feel alive. Nothing can compare. Just take a minute, stop, and enjoy the simple sights and sounds. Let the world go on for its infinite search for beauty and perfection, and let the imperfect pieces of life fit together like a puzzle.
