Most days I work from 7 am — 4 pm, which is why mornings like this mean so much to me. I requested the day off — the eve of Christmas Eve, and set my alarm so I wouldn’t miss this early hour when the house and lake are at rest.
After my Advent devotion, I refill my coffee, slip on my Sloggers, grab a towel and my journal, and head to the water.
I breathe in the cold — it has been damp for days — patches of green mildew splotch the pier as evidence. Wiping off the rocking chair, I sit, lean back, close my eyes and listen.