The faintest breeze blows cool off the almost-still lake, while the mid-morning sun is already heating up the deck. Fresh coffee burns my lips while the butter melts into crisp cinnamon toast. The quiet is punctuated by the morning songs of bright birds and unseen insects. A jumping fish sends concentric ripples across the lake as a loon breaks the surface and glides placidly along the shoreline.
Everything else disappears. The stresses, the worries, the frustrations. Gone. Melted in the hot sun. Dissolved in the cool water. Washed away by one perfect cup of coffee in one of the earth’s perfect places.