Patterns

Patterns. Everywhere a pattern. A left turn brings me to the lake. On the lake the wake of a boat moves and dipsy-doodles.

The opposite shore. On the shore a deer. His pattern brought him to the water’s edge. He tilts his 10 points into the water. Refreshing, cool water.

A plane buzzes overhead. Higher still, a jet with its frozen contrails leaves a pattern in the sky. The small plane bisects, but does not intersect, the jet’s trail.

Back to the dock. My car takes me to a local tavern. Surprise: an old friend awaits. He hasn’t been in this part of the woods for 20 years. His pattern brought him here today.

The people who pass through our lives, like a dot-to-dot puzzle, connect, create our patterns.