When the storm passed, I stood by the window, gazing out at the changed landscape. Bent branches and downed trees littered the yards. And yet—there was also a sense of relief. The worst had passed. Crews were already at work, and neighbors emerged with chainsaws and kind words. Light returned, not just to the lamps, but to our spirits.
And now, the dawn.
The sky blushes with new light, painting the horizon in hues of amber and gold. The lake reflects it like a mirror, still and sacred. This is Sunrise at Coon Lake, a reminder that even after chaos, peace returns. I sit quietly with a mug of coffee in hand, listening to birdsong and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. The world feels gentle again.
There are life lessons here, whispered in the hush of morning. Storms come, as they always have and always will. They shake us, sometimes break us—but they also pass. What follows can be a quiet so deep and healing, it becomes sacred. To witness a sunrise after a night like yesterday’s is to understand resilience in its purest form.
This little cottage in the woods offers more than shelter—it offers perspective. It reminds me that peace is often found in the simplest of things: birds in the trees, light on the water, a warm drink in hand. These are not small comforts; they are anchors. They hold us steady through life’s sudden squalls.
And so, with gratitude in my heart and the sun rising over Coon Lake, I begin again.
~Wylddane