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Being Here
After a day of rain (really two whole weeks, So I've been told, repeatedly, since my Friday arrival), This far-northern-Wisconsin village Is experiencing a bountiful spell of cloudless sky, sunshine. A brilliant eventide has come to bless this wetness, And I feel willfully guided, just being here, Sitting outdoors, at Lawn Beach Inn, Beckoned to its deck for the first time since last September — Four visits ago, by my peripatetic spirit's reckoning.
This mild evening, I'm grateful for small, uncomplicated things. I appreciate the simple serenities Inherent in unpretentious gentleness. Returning to this land of pine trees, lakes, and peace Frees my mind of its civilized clutter, confusion, claptrap. Any second, I may break into uncommon exultation, Race down to the lake, dive into its revivifying embrace, And, like a common loon, Serenade this twilight, with my heart's ardent calls.
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