When you meditate, this is where you try to go

I was too late getting home tonight to see the sunset, but I actually caught an even better show. The light and ethereal mood of Smithtown Bay hung in the air long after the sun disappeared to the right of the Northport LIPA plant. The water was as still as a lake tonight, a total 180 degree change from last night when it looked like the South Shore. I stood watching the sky, water and occasionally flying insect buzz by (that’s right…insects have hatched!) and a deer on the cliff behind me made his presence known. I stood perfectly still for 20 minutes just watching him, waiting to see what he did. I only moved my eye balls. He stomped his hoof on the ground as if to see if I would move, but I wouldn’t. Then he snorted. That’s when I started to laugh. It was standoff. A few ducks out in the bay fluttered their wings and I could hear it as clear as day 300 yards from shore. This is why I never gossip while on the beach. The fisherman can hear everything! The bay was like a holy place tonight—still, beautiful and glowing with the colors that I am sure can only be found here on this, my favorite planet.