Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Late night at the cottage. Mathew's nephew James playing the guitar remarkably well. Everyone starts singing along and music fills the dense summer air, travels out over the lake and gets taken away... to other cottages, to the loons that live on the lake with their babies, to the water and the sky... up into the air...
Summer should feel like this, I think. For once something feels right and good.
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