I pushed back my jog around the lake today until after 9:00, given this wave of oppresive mid-western heat we are mired in. Except for the bugs, which seemed to particularly like the lakeshore after sunset on a hot day, and the gagging and or coughing induced by inhaling more of them than I care to know, it was a very enjoyable experience.

You have those moments in life where you just want to hit pause and soak it all up. You want to squeeze every last bit of living out of the siutation, then come back for more. It seems like too much of our lives are spent wondering where those moments are, and then when they come they are all too fleeting.

I ran around counterclockwise as twilight turned to darkness. The big, yellow, full moon rose up over the hill, throwing a brilliant reflection across the lake. There is just Something about a full moon, especially during the summer. Maybe it's the fact that our usually cloudy weather often doesn't let us enjoy it, or maybe it's that in the milder temps you can sit outside and just gaze. It made me want to go primitive, chucking the cares of worldly living and giving in to the animal inside.

When I finished my run, I stretched out on a dock by the rowing center, and one of Green lake's many waterfowl residents came swimmming by with her six ducklings. Okay, i'm just going to say it: Baby ducks are cute. There, call me a wuss, I don't care.