Something woke me early this morning and the lake was beautiful.  Flat and calm, touched with the early morning sun – I had to run out and try to capture the peacefulness.

Of course last night I had thrown just about all my clothes in the washer, so everything was wet.  No problem, I’ll just scoot out in my pj’s, who’s to see?  It’s 6:30 in the morning, Alabama time.

The lake had that early morning stillness about it.  Nothing to break the reflections, soft insect and bird noises.  No people sounds.

The water looked so inviting, it made me want to run and jump off the dock.  But yet there was  something of a classical painting about it, and I didn’t want to disturb the quiet serenity.

All too soon the lake will be churning with weekenders and holiday visitors, and we won’t see this peacefulness for several days.  So I turned to tiptoe back to the house.  Then sprinted as I heard my neighbor bellow hello to a friend pulling up in their driveway.

Drats.  Hope my pjs looked like walking shorts!