On Saturday mornings I usually cycle to breakfast at Metro Diner. On the way I circle Lake Alice. And, sometimes, I simply must stop and linger.
Because I’ve found that Alice shows her very best face in the early morning light.
So I often stop. Capture some images. And, um, reflect on the many moods of Alice.
Sometimes you can barely discern her through the fog. As though deliberately hiding her light under a bushel.
And sometimes she is all in-your-face impudence. As though to demand: You lookin’ at me?
I have seen Alice when the morning mist hangs, gauze-like, just over her surface. I have seen an avian fisher patiently drying its wings between plunges in search of sustinance.
On reflection, Alice above is every bit as intriguing as Alice below.
By turns subdued and radiant.
Possessed of so many moods.
By turns dour.
And boastful.
There is an art to Alice.
And you’ve gotta love that about her.
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