Bayou Magic just for me!

  Just mention that you live on a bayou and a lot of folks get crazy ideas. Some immediately have the notion that you are a "Voodoo Queen" and can conjure most any potion imaginable. You make zombies and put hexes on your enemies. Others wonder how you deal with the constant threat of alligators and gigantic snakes slithering in your house and hanging from the rafters. Then there are those who think that your house is a boat, you have pet otters and alligators and all you eat is snails and polliwogs.  Yep, those all sound just about like me!  Right. Right.  Whatever.

  I do admit that just about the time the old Bayou starts to become a bit too placid, something happens that dusts the cobwebs from the brain.  A bit of excitement or just a glimpse of something that jars a memory can, indeed, send the adrenalin in a rush.  Or, perhaps, something can have just the opposite effect and calm the soul.  Whichever it is, just the fact that it occurs on the Bayou, does add a bit of ambiance. 

  This morning just after daybreak, I was headed to the pier.  I turned to make sure that Ms. Ez, the old Bayou Dog, was following me when I noticed the sun.  It had been a full twenty minutes since the sun had first peaked up over the horizon but a heavy layer of dark clouds kept the day from seeming bright.  What caught my eye was the redness of the sunshine that brimmed over the horizon and through the pine trees.  The beams sort of spilled through the mimosas and oak trees to create little glimmering pools of light between the branches.  A golden wash had settled upon the yard. Wow!  I almost felt as if I had just stumbled into some mystical, fantasy land.  

  This magical spell lasted only a mere fifteen minutes before the harsh light of day replaced the enchanting golden glow.  I felt blessed to have witnessed a bit of beauty that no other had seen.  I know that I was in the "right place at the right time" to have seen this in the first place.  This morning was tailor-made just for me.  Sure that sun sent down its rays for the entire world to see but only on the Bayou, only in my yard, only between the mimosas and oaks did the world stop just long enough for me to be mesmerized by this bit of beauty at dawn.