enjoying the view

I spent the other morning trying to kill time.  I was irked by the thought of wasting some time in between the days activities, when I remembered the view.  I drove over to the lake and parked my vehicle and I enjoyed my coffee and stared out over the frozen lake.  Instead of being pissed about having nothing to do for 2 hours, I felt immediately blessed I had this view.  I was lucky enough to have no where to go and nothing but time to sit and to look.  It was one of those very cold windy mornings, where the sun was shining hard, but you still felt the winter.  I checked out all the ice huts I could see from that spot and pondered who was in them, if anyone that morning, or if they were empty.  I wondered if there was ice hut etiquette when they were close enough to be a small village and I wondered how you learn that sort of thing.  I must have spent a good half hour imaging how great some of the old huts of past days would be to photograph.  I thought about just how lucky I was to not have my day so booked that I would just drive by the lake like most days would bring and not even notice the ice huts had been put out.  That day I didn't work, seemed to make my life richer than if I had.