Glass Lake

Last week, as I was driving on route 16, headed to North Conway, New Hampshire for Thanksgiving, I could see, in my peripheral vision, something beautiful and remarkable. I didn't know exactly what the spectacle was, but I knew it was something special.

If we value beauty, and we're open to receiving it, our consciousness picks it up like radar, even if we don't know what it is. We can feel it around us, even if we can't clearly see it.

When I turned my head to look at whatever I had already felt, my jaw dropped open and I let out an expletive. I turned around, parked my car, and just stared at this incredible lake, as smooth as glass, reflecting the mountains and trees and sky above it. It was breathtaking.

Whilst I was there, another visitor appeared. We talked and took pictures together. He told me it was very unusual for this lake to be this smooth, and it had been this way for days. So we were both witnessing something not only truly beautiful, but truly rare. Fleeting. Transient.

I said to my new friend, "This is a good omen for the upcoming day of thanks", and he agreed.

Indeed it was. For I had a wonderful, fun, joyous holiday full of laughter, love and live music.

And beauty. Lots of beauty.

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