Through my eyes

This weekend I was able to experience the scenery and wonder of the lake in a whole different perspective. I arrived there Saturday morning around 11, the temperature was not too hot and there was still a hint of a morning breeze as I walked toward the lake. It’s different seeing the lake on a Saturday morning rather than a weekday. I think it’s different because I’m not worn down with the thought of classes lurking ahead or thinking about the five page paper that’s due the next day. No, my Saturday morning was my relaxation time, a time where I can just take in the sights around me and really find a true appreciation for the landscape I’ve been placed in. I saw kids running around with huge smiles on their faces, couples hand in hand as they walked around, a group of friends sharing their adventures of the week over a picnic, these different kinds of scenes in front of me really made me rethink of the way people take to nature. A seven year old boy maybe doesn’t see it as a park, but rather he looks at it like an adventure. The trees hold his home and the water represents the barrier between him and the “lost land.” Maybe a new college graduate sees this place as something that will change his life forever. For this will be the place that he goes down on one knee and asks the question to his love that will forever change his life. A grandmother can look at this and go back 50 years and reminisce of the time she fell in love. Nature can be transformed in all kinds of ways through different kinds of people. When I looked at the lake I didn’t just see trees and plants around me, instead I saw blessings that were given to me by God in the form of nature.