Sometimes, the light of the lake comes to us.

This time of year, the afternoon and evening sun is reflected off of the water and onto the ceiling in the camp. First, the shimmering brightens the porch and, later, the main room of the camp, as though the Northern Lights had settled inside. We have a light breeze. The air is dry and fresh. We can see forever.
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