Reflections

It was a time of reflection. 

It was the typical story of leaving a horrible situation in search for yourself.  Having been pinned down with Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" running in my mind and relating to it for the first time in 30 years, I soon found myself having escaped to a magical land of cascading mountains, illuminating rainforests, and glacier fed lakes that seem to reflect within one's own soul.

I had come to Ketchikan, Alaska not just because I had finally landed a job but because I needed a solstice--a certain solitude from the chains that once bound me.  I found myself wandering through a forest trying to find reason and independence and contemplation on the things of my life that just didn't make sense.

I came upon McConnell Lake.  The mist seemed to shroud the lower elements of the snow capped mountains, as if hiding something sacred within their hem.  Broken and dead spruce peeked up through the stilled waters reminding me of the relationship that was no longer living. 

The lake itself reflected back on me, showing me the person I never thought I was, and  never could be again.  Or perhaps never was.