We spent the Fourth at a frequent respite at Waneta Lake, one of two small lakes between Seneca and Keuka. Early one morning, I went for a run up some seasonal roads overlooking Waneta, surrounded by farm land – green acreage, dotted with hay bales. The sun is blazing at this point, but all is quiet, minus the birds and a distant tractor, and stretching out far below is Waneta Lake. Beautiful morning, beautiful moment of peace. When I got back to the house, I had some coffee and within a couple of hours, I had a little song about it.
Making the day all the more special was the opportunity to play for some of my favorite people. After some pestering, I played a song – this one, about my morning run up Plaisted Drive. My girlfriend’s mother and stepdad – some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people you’ll ever meet (and some of my biggest “fans”), were so touched, said it was one of most memorable times they’ve had during their time on the lake. And all it took was a little song. The evening was yet another reminder (see “Mask” post) of why I play music.
So, cheers to friends and loved ones who support what I do. It’s an honor to play for you.
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Salt skin and a naked heat
on a crown of virgin earth
a breeze, a peace, a forgotten thirst
what was missing is now present.
Hawks circle high
a tandem spire
road pebble-stoned through acres’ reach.
I was tempted to the fray
crest over Waneta Lake
I’m so far from where I started.
I wrote these words for selfish reasons
lines of color between the edges
because time strips to the frame
leaves only blacks and grays
and this is something worth remembering.