WE'RE HOME AGAIN!

Reassurance fills me as we slowly make our way along the single lane, old dirt road that leads to our cabin. Ottie's ancient truck with its well used, oh-so-capable snow plow, and his old bulldozer stand as proud bulworks of days past (and present) that some things get better with age. For oh so long now Ottie has been gatekeeper & I've come to believe he allows the gate onto our private properties to go un-oiled on purpose, emitting a long, slow, loud, hair-raising screech as it slowly swings open. The noise (think finger nails on a chalkboard X 100!) never fails to bring him instantly to his window or doorstoop to see who the intruders are! We couldn't ask for a nicer or more capable friend, he and his lovely wife Jean are always a sight for sore eyes everytime we come home.

As the sun began its descent that first early evening, my husband allowed himself some time of quiet, peaceful reflection...

...this being his immediate view. The sky was huge, the clouds soft and gossamer as they dissipated into delicate ghostlike (or "angel-like"?) shapes, high above... the lake virtually like glass.

Only in quiet waters do thing mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. ~Hans Margolius