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.