An early morning walk today revealed an island I’d never noticed before. Hidden, but hidden in plain sight. Hidden only in that from the pond’s shore it wasn’t, at first, clear that the knoll was surrounded by water.

Once I realized what I was looking at I stared more closely at that piece of earth, its small tree and the moss that ringed its banks. How dignified it looked, its solitary state more noticeable in the quiet, gray morning.

An island offers peace and retreat. A stillness that flows from location. More than wanting to be on the island, I wanted to be the island.