I could not move. Sitting on the bench, I stared over the smooth surface of the lake so recently bombarded with boats and boards and acrobatics and the cacophony of accompanying music. Now it was filled with silence, soft air, warm sunshine. I was transported to another realm.
Come they called. We have more to do. More to see. We must hurry on to the next destination.
I could not move. Mind and body were at one with the lake and the breeze and the fluttering leaves of the nearby trees. Holiness filled this place, only five minutes ago a tourist attraction. It filled the space with peace, quiet, fulfillment.
Hurry up, they called. What are you doing? How are we going to get it all done?
How could I move? I closed my eyes, breathed in the sweet scents of forest and lake. Listened to a silence that was mine alone. Savored the moment, willing it to last, even as it slipped away.