My mom and I had today off from work and decided to make the trek up to visit my great grandmother. On the way there my mom veered off the route to show me Lowell Lake, a lake she discovered over the summer with my dad.
The warm sun was starting to burn through the morning fog, allowing the bright, fall colors to reflect on the smooth as glass water. Off in the distance a flock of geese honked, the pine needles made a thick carpet under my feet. I wish every morning could start with a few quiet moments completely submerged in nature.