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Bacon, Eggs and Coffee To Go - Sept. 12, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 12, 2024
  • 1 min read

A rising sun knifes through the treetops on the eastern horizon as the resident mallard ducks paddle on liquid gold near the western shore.  A pillow of fog hovers in a bay in the northern part of the lake.  On the south side smoke rises from chimneys of cottages as bacon, eggs and coffee ride a gentle breeze that runs straight to my nose.

 

For a moment my stretching exercises are on the wooden deck of my lake house before I suddenly awaken to the concrete deck of my desert dwelling, sun hot on my face and a tributary of sweat meandering down my back. I hurry through my final torso twist to get back inside. 

 

My make-believe lake-life lingers as I step inside, or maybe, it’s just a gust of air-conditioning chasing that reality away.

 
 
 

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