From the Fog

It’s an early autumn morning and the there is a hint of winter when you draw a breath of cold air into your lungs.  The heat is escaping from the lake and its covered in a think fog.  Off in the distance you can hear the call of a loon.  Gradually the call gets closer and closer until you can see the faint outline emerging from the fog.

Suddenly the cold isn’t as noticeable and you sit quietly just concentrating on the beauty of the moment.  Life is good.