Nothing of a Fool’s Day took hold this day.
I simply returned to a sunset over familiar territory, wishing it would be well, all well, most marvelously well, again.
The sun disappeared early behind some clouds and I ran to catch the light before it was all gone. Just minutes after the first this was so different.
Out on the lake the melt of the last few days have recorded every vehicle’s path and movement, soon enough to all disappear into the liquid of the returning lake water.
The expanse of light reflecting ice tracks under the wedge of broken clouds held one in awe, that this light was available all around.
And then this is truly all around.
One can of course play, and playing create something not real, but at least a bit interesting.