Dawn on the Bayou

  It is my habit to make the trek to the pier shortly after that first cup of coffee.  There is just something invigorating about being out and about in the wee hours of the morn.  The fresh, cool air hitting the face, hearing the first twitterings of birds as they awake and watching as the night creatures find a snug place for a nap.  A bit of meditation as I watch the sunrise makes the day start in a perfect mode.  

  As I was sitting on the pier this morning, I pondered just what makes this place special.  Besides the fact that living on the water has to be a bit of paradise, just being a part of local things sets well with me. Looking out over the Bay, there are myriads of things to be seen.  From the pelican slowly flapping its wings in liftoff from a perfect dive to the line of Mark's crab pots with their white corks softly dotting the still waters, there is a certain peace that can only be found here.  Even the old alligator that silently swims to its daytime resting spot seems to be tranquil.  Life is good.

  I am thinking that it is not just the surroundings that makes a place but rather one's attitude.  It all goes back to the thought that one must have harmony within to find harmony with the rest of the world.  It saddens me to think of the turmoil that must be inside of some folks who find fault with the actions of others.  What an unsettling place their minds must be.