Mountains framing the lakes.
It's been years....and yet - the sounds....the smells - so familiar.
I remember mornings like this.
The laugh of the loon.
Quietly....carefully...hoping not to disturb - we placed our paddles in the canoe.
We approached slowly.
Her head turned. Her wings spread.
And just like that - off she went.
It was just one moment.
It was early September.