Lonely feeling. Out at the finish of the way west end of the lake park, it can look kind of lonely on a brisk April morning.

It can happen. Here’s a spot practically screaming for a paddler to put in a small floating craft when the weather gets warm, I figure as I stroll the way west end of the lake park.

Branches waiting for buds. April looks like winter, I thought as the way west park path twisted for me this early morning.

Water worthy. I know that they use these buildings and water craft. Sometime this spring I will return to find something floating on our lake, I think.

Back up. There’s a sunrise back there amid the clouds. I promise. The blockage might be contributing to my big chill, I figured, as I quickly strolled the way west end of the lake park.

Quiet time. I was hoping to spot Syracuse University crew team members out on the lake, or at least preparing their shells for the season out on the water. I saw a lot of cars parked outside the building that houses the folks that participate in the sport (I figure) but not a soul outside.

I look at clouds that way. When I see clouds that catch my eye up high, it makes me happy. When the water is so still it reflects that same pattern down below, it makes me very happy. I might even forget that I didn’t wear enough warm clothes on this chilly morning visit to…

Water way. With the April weather rollercoasting up and down, I took the chance after dropping my dear wife Karen off for her early morning shift start to visit the way west end of our park next to the lake. The temperature was slightly above freezing. I found sights to share for a nice stretch…