Friday Photo: A Last Gasp of Summer

A quick bike ride down the lake led us to one of our favorite gazing spots.  We parked and climbed out onto the rocks.  The sun, rising quickly, warmed our faces and beckoned us with possibilities.  The wind whistled through the pines, and the waves lapped gently against the granite.  The hum of a boat radio drifted in the air, breaking the silence.  We sat, transfixed with the the horizon.  Crystal clear, icy cold water rippled and went still.  My breathing slowed and my heart expanded.  Gratitude for all we have had together, and all that is before us, led us back to our bikes, eager to go home.

Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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  1. I’m so jealous of your experience and happy to have just vicariously lived it through this post. Summer is my favorite time of year, and not just because it is my recuperation period from a long and busy school year. Thankfully, fall is my second favorite time of year, so I can get over the death of summer and enjoy the crisp, colorful season to come.

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