It started raining last night. By this morning it was a full on downpour.

I didn’t mind, today was a rest day after the long day yesterday waiting in lines, waiting at gates, waiting on the plane and then driving from the airport. A little rain was actually nice. Napping was easy.

But by late afternoon the sun had come out. I felt like I should do something.

So I dragged the kayak out of storage and managed to get myself into it without capsizing. I headed out, staying near shore because, as on any weekend in mid-summer, the lake was busy with jet skies and boats and people paddling on boards.

As I left our little protected cove the wind picked up and I didn’t go much further. Too busy, too windy, too many waves for me.

So I turned around and let the wind push me back. I floated down to the end of our slough, where the cypress trees grow.

The sun was getting lower and the light was pretty.

I sat down there, gently turning and looking at all the trees for a good long time.

And then I slowly paddled home.

By the way, there’s a house down there for sale if you’re interested. Only $1.9M. Not a typical home on our street, it’s never been owner occupied, it’s being rented as an AB&B. The neighbors, who now have a monster house almost lot line to lot line, must hope for an owner to move in. It’s got to be quieter than the parties happening there now.

I doubt the boat is included in the price.

Life on the lake is changing. Sometimes change is hard.