Written on August 5, 2019
Today would have been my brother's birthday, August 5th. He's been gone 10 years, dying at 75. I miss him.
We were always at Ossipee when his birthday came around. When he was five, he was given five quarts of milk. He was such a lover of milk. It helped him grow to 6' 6" in height.
Today is clean and lovely - like many of our August days. I tried to get on the lake early, before the wind came up. I paddled my canoe up Pine River to Rte 25 to Portland, and back. About a three mile round trip. So good for my soul today. So quiet. Why not? The sun rose higher. The birds were still. Only a few sang. No beaver about. A few passers-by, in kayaks spoke - "What a day!" was their word.
And mine, too. After beaching my canoe, three miles later, I ambled up the path, dusted my feet off in the backyard and made a cursory lunch. Then made phone calls for our Pilgrim Center "Dinner for Friends," mid-week.
For an hour or so, since then, I've just been sitting, looking, on our broad deck - down through the trees to the lake, finding myself, just being, and looking.
The air's been clearing. The lake is a deep blue. Power boats pass each other in the far distance. A soft breeze blows. And the lowering sun slants through the trees of our little "forest." All is dappled. The branches of pine and maples and birch. The tall, growing ferns have been dappled, too.
It is a peaceful world - in this place. I am so glad.
Arthur A Rouner, Jr -
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