A Cottage Morning

I like to wake up before the rest.

To be able to listen to birds sing their songs.

Looking out across the water, I see that I am blessed.

It makes me wish this summer prolongs.

I grab my book and slide the chair onto the dock.

I open the page where I last left off.

I'm so immersed that I don't even look at the clock.

I know that would make others scoff.

But if others could see this view

The way the water is so still and the fish swim.

The lake is like a deep blue.

I might jump in, just on a whim.

I can hear the others start to stir.

I guess my quiet morning is done, what a bummer.

Days like this seem to end up in a blur.

I just hope I experience them again next summer.