Tall pines.
Morning mist.
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.