Reflections...

Reflections ripple across the lake in a watercolor swirl of black, white, and pink as a procession of Wood storks fly low and lazy over the water, punctuated by the occasional Roseate Spoonbill in their midst. A clear, perfect Fall morning. First sun angles sharply through a canopy of leaves quivering with excitement, sunspots dancing random patterns on the grass below.

Simple things are the most rewarding.

If there were nothing else, this would be more than enough.