Oh, The Enchanting Trails Of Summer

The trails call. You hear them in your waking hours. You hear them in your sleep. They are the loudest when the sun shines brightly. It's hard to ignore their incessant harping over the precious seconds that zip by. Over the fact that their welcome is only most hospitable after spring. They will not be the same in the fall. Let time pass you by and they won't call again until next year.

Reluctantly, you heed their call. There is after all a whole life that beckons back at you, reminding you not to get lost in the trails of summer. Life is reality. The trails of summer is wonderland.

Oh, but for awhile you confuse the two. Why can't the trails of summer be the life?

And then you let them take you to the right. You let them take you to the left.

How beautiful are the trails of summer. The ones that called us the loudest this weekend led us to the sea.

They were gorgeous. Even on this cloudy, overcast and every now and then misty day. They were just sweet!


They opened up to a world of adventure. We spied on a boat that was hurrying off to what must be an important destination.

We saw a sailing David confront the Goliath of the sea!

And then we saw another boat rushing away. This one looked like the utility type. Must be very busy where they're all going.
Hey, all boats leave trails behind them. Only theirs disappear as soon as they pass by. Wonder how they find their way where they're going.

We thought, boats aren't the only stuff of the sea. Come to think of it, we came to fish. So we cast all day. We watched our lines all day. Alas, our fate was no different than this forlorn-looking angler.


So, we packed our gear and loaded them back to our car. Home is a long, long drive away.

We thanked God for giving us the time to enjoy some of summer's trails on this shoreline. Now we hit the one trail that takes us back to life as we know it daily.

Back to reality.