The early morning air hung low in the trees. Were it not for the slightly cool temperature it would it would have been unpleasant. We had hoped for better this week, the one we spend in the North Carolina mountains every August.
The sun has been hot on our face and we’ve run to escape to the rain that suddenly fell. The sky isn’t wide open like in Florida where we can see the approaching rain. Here it sneaks in over the mountains or hides in what appears to be cloudless skies.
Stepping out of our house we feel the humidity, another thing we hoped to escape… to catch our breaths for this one week before returning to the hot August days and nights.
Our place was higher up on a hillside this year. We had to drive to the meeting place. It was the view on this short drive that turned the less than perfect weather into beauty.
The mist lay heavy on the lake casting a quiet calm. One you could feel. Even driving my breathing slowed. I inhaled the stillness knowing it to be serenity.
In this quiet I knew peace.