“Wherever there is a channel for water, there is a road for the canoe.” ~Henry David Thoreau

 The lake was,

as Ren Man would say,

slick calm this morning,

and was calling my name...

when all of the sudden the kayak,

laying all sad and dejected in the barn,

joined in with the name calling.

I glanced one more time...

at the cormorant ducks...

and within minutes...

I was paddling towards the old boat shed,

where the cormorants like to sunbathe.

Most of them scattered as I glided closer...

All but the fearless few.

Looking ashamed of its shabby condition...

the boat shed brought back memories of its better days
 when it was fully dressed
 and boats full of giggly teenagers
were docked around the pier.

Across the lake...

 the haze that had completely covered the lake in the early morning,
continued to retreat from the rays of sun.

After a day in the hustle and bustle
of Christmas shoppers yesterday...
out on the lake...
only PEACE.