Over last weekend we had some time to kill while waiting to meet up with Ryan at camp. Elise and I took a moment to sit by the lake and enjoy the morning. It was a beautiful sight watching the small sailboats from the summer camp skimming across the lake.
I became fixed on a rock in the water that was just below the surface. It never really poked through but as the waves would pass the surface of the water would show signs that it was down there. I know the rock is there. I can see its shape, sort of. I know it’s there because it creates splashes and ripples as the waves pass. Even so, really seeing the rock is just out of reach. Maybe if the lake were quieter I would see clearly.
