Very, very early in the morning, I crept out of my house, shrouded in a gray cloak. It was a cool morning and a thin mist was all around me. I took the secret path through the woods, the one that no one else knows about. The moss was heavy under my feet as I walked, springing upward with a luxurious softness. It felt good, as it always does when I take the secret path. I could hear the morning birds around me, the tiny finches, the larger bluejays, the cardinals, and best of all my favorite bird, the hermit thrush. The thrushes followed me as I walked the path, singing their haunting melody. All around me was the heady, deep scent of pine. The air was so fresh that I filled my lungs as much as I could, exhaling with a long sigh and starting all over again. I saw tiny squirrels, rabbits, and deer. None of them seemed to mind me as they all looked for their breakfast.
At last I made it to the pond. The water was as still as a mirror, and the sky was reflected in it perfectly. I could see ducks and geese on the far shore. They, too, were looking for breakfast and did not seem to mind me at all. I saw a red fox watching them closely, eager for his breakfast as well. Occasionally, a fish would jump and then the ripples would spread all across the pond in a perfect geometric order.
|Silver lining cloud?|
But where was the mythical cloud, I wondered? As if on command, the songbirds announced the arrival of the sun. I looked up and knew that he'd have his way again with this day, threatening to shine brilliantly, he was. But alas, everywhere I looked I saw no silver. Since no one ever comes to the pond, I yelled out loud to the sun, "Where is the silver??" He laughed back at me and said, "You might have left it in the woods!"
It was as I suspected. There was no silver to be found anywhere. I retraced my steps home: the fish, the fox, the ducks and geese, the deer, the rabbits, the squirrels, the birds, the hermit thrush, the pine trees, and the moss. I looked for them all and waved, delighted that I was part of their world. When I got home, imagine my surprise when I found the ease and prosperity and peace I'd been looking for all along. It was right in my chair by the fireplace. Perhaps the sun was right after all.