I woke up to the sunrise floating on the lake It looked like it was on fire With the morning mist coming off of it. I take the stairs down To absorb the morning light I have been missing The smell of rain still fresh from the night before. I needed a break. It was something deep within me. The second I stepped out onto the deck I saw the lake & I felt relieved. I needed to be within, submerged. It was a brisk morning to swim but summer was heavy in August. I dove into the lake The cool water reflected on my face & legs I lay on my back & let the water carry the weight for a while ///////// Sage Higgins has been a writer since her first poem entitled "Hair, Nails, and Math" won 1st place at the Coffee House Bistro in sixth grade. She graduated with a degree in Organizational Communication with a minor in Creative Writing from SUNY New Paltz. Sage is a poet and prose writer with a focus on memoir and also writes comedic short form. Currently, she is the operations and admin director at a Woodstock Film Festival in Woodstock, NY. /////////
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