Red sky at morning and the lake is whipped up like cream. Whitecaps pour north ahead of steady wind. Early birds hover above the water, flapping against the stiff weather, and the last trace of autumn is stripped from trees to scatter and swirl along the shore. Winter is well underway. Yet fresh green rims the beach, poised to push its way through the midst of it all and change the lens through which we see winter.
A summer storm wears a softer coat even though the lake may look the same. As in all things, perception colors the view. So often, what we see defines how we feel. But isn’t this the reality: What we feel defines our vision?