Anxious

Usually the sun rises quietly in Algonquin Park this late in the summer. Usually there is a lazy mist on the water and a chill in the air. Not today. Today the sun was anxious to get up in the sky and the wind anxious to blow across the lake. I think it's going to be very hot today.

Do you remember getting so excited in anticipation as a child? It seemed the day would never come. It seemed as though you would burst with enthusiasm. Where does that feeling go? Why don't more adults run and jump for the sheer joy if anticipating the next activity? Perhaps we should examine how much of our life is worthy of such an activity. I think we need a little more fun!!