When I wake, and you are already wiping the stars away,
I rise quickly, hoping to be like your wild child
the rose, the honey-maker the honey-vine;
a bird shouting its joy as it floats
through the gift you have given us: another day."—Mary Oliver, "More Beautiful than the Honey Locust Tree Are the Words of the Lord," in Thirst: Poems (2006)
I took this image of Chautauqua Lake two months ago while on vacation at the Chautauqua Institution in upstate New York.