In an afternoon

You sit on the bench facing the lake; the one on the concrete slab off the main path in the shade. Your eyes follow the breeze-blown straight line ripples, sun-sparkled, moving toward the lonely shore.

Occasionally a fish, or maybe a turtle pops to the surface creating quick concentric circles that blend with the straight waves.

Eventually the circles fade and the ripples return and the flow is restored.

The breeze sings through the leaves of the quaking aspen and gophers and squirrels skitter about staying busy.

Two swans drifting far off on the other side of the lake remind you what life is about.

Word of the Day challenge: SKITTER